Sometimes I feel my emotions have a concussion
You ask me how I feel?
Nauseous
A cacophony of wait what?!
She say she ain't happy
I'm sorry, Imma need a sec
This therapy thing is new
I spent most of my life saying how I feel in metaphor
Literal is boring
You need to feel what I feel
Are you familiar with the moment
There are far more questions than answers can even
Answers severely outgunned and outmatched
Punching well above weight class
It's not even close
Questions bullying lil ol answers like y'all better get from round here this ain't yo hood, where yo' momma live?
Questions bending and contorting they fingers into various combos of letters, letting answers know y'all dun turned down the wrong block
Questions giggling over answers lunch tray just trying to decide which snack they gon take first
Questions filling yo' comment sections like y'all just gon deactivate your acct
Questions sending answers revenge porn
Knife to answers momma neck
Lookin' at answer like I dare you
Answers lookin' at questions like I thought we was friends
Yang and yin, binary stars
Questions have grown weary being problem but not solution
Why does the answer get the last word?
Nope, don't answer that
What am I feeling right now?
Dizzy
How could you say that?
How could you feel that?
Since when?
For how long?
Who was it?
Do I know him?
Was I in town?
Wait, do I know HER?!
For real?
Is this my fault?
How I miss this?
Wait, for real?
What you mean?
What you mean by that?
What's wrong with my tone?
Wait, am I cryin'?
Why am I crying?
I have so many questions
I used to love questions
Question was my writing prompt
My muse
Sometimes I'm furious at question
Like how dare you take up so much of my time, so much of my peace
So much of my sleep
Y'all think the muse romantic
She rude as hell
She stonewalls you all day
Leave texts unread, don't even touch the meal you cooked for her
And when you finally get the picture
Go get some rest
Or have the nerve to have other appointments
She can't keep her mouth shut
She's the most inconvenient sneaky link
I'm sorry, Imma need a sec
You ask what I'm feeling right now
Like I wanna be anywhere but here
I feel like I wish you would stop asking me
Like I have to revise how I think of me
Like the mirror been lying for years
Like I don't even know me
I feel like I got some homework to do
I feel like you coulda told me this for free
I feel like we worth it
You not happy?!
What is happy?
I thought we were
Imma need a sec
'Cause what we was is gone
But question, was it ever?
