The outside is okay, just fine.
No concern is shown, appearance is normal.
No one asks, is something wrong?
The look is familiar, the same.
Inside is different.
Everything is strange.
Emotions are jumbled, twisted into knots.
so many knots they form a ball.
A large ball.
When the first knot appeared who knows.
One day it was there.
Could have been a tear shed
over a broken promise.
Feelings hurt by a careless word.
Possibly a forgotten birthday.
Does it matter?
The ball is there and must be dealt with.
But how to begin.
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