emptying my head fills my chest,
to the brim,
and a cheap lid holds what's inside

now i need to empty my chest,
but before that, i need to fill it first,
with a big breath of air

the pushing and pulling of my ribs sucks,
it feels like nature telling me this body isn't mine,
and that soon someone will reveal what my true body is,

but i know that's not true,
and this is the most confusing part

what am i even, and what was i
if i think, i stop,
and if i don't stop, i think

what details are significant?
what aren't?

i guess we don't even fully come to know each other,
we just learn whose presence we enjoy, value, and love

we do learn who cares about us,
but sometimes its hard to tell,
sometimes we trust too much,
but sometimes that trust is correct,

and it's okay to tell those we trust,
they are trying to help you