Finally... Finish.. I have so many more drafts to go

Ok so when I write majority of my poetry are TO BE CONTINUED or left with some type of of cliffhanger... wait aint that the same thing.  Well, anyways I just finished a poem that I was working on in June of last year and I post it in August of last year and I just finished this year.

I know... that's horrible but I had got writer's block & I got distracted by LIFE... whatever.

Here it is :

Tell me what's on your mind

and I will do the same.

If you tell me you're doing fine

then I will know who to blame.

What actually does fine mean ?

All I ask is for you to explain

You say fine is fine,

why do you complain?

I complain

Because...

The truth is all I proclaim

I feel like you are hiding something

which is why I am going insane

You are not the same I tell you

You are not the same

You stare me right in the face

Tell me I need to find a place

So I can chill and calm down

I say ok

But with a frown

I settle down