I hate it when people
Ask me "what's wrong?"
More than once, 
Because I don't talk.
Am I not allowed to be sad
When I feel sad?
Am I not allowed to feel sick
When I am down?
Am I not allowed to grieve?
Not allowed to think?
Not allowed to mentally sink?
Am I not allowed to feel done or undone,
To just be inside my mind,
Not to talk,
Just stare at the clock?
Am I not allowed to not think
About anything at all?
Maybe I just like looking at the wall.
Am I not allowed just to
Keep to myself,
And walk away when I feel like it?
Don't ask me "what's wrong?"
More than once, Jesus Christ!
If I feel like I want to talk,
I'm not shy, I will shout.