In
One two three
Out
One two three.

Oxygen isn't as important
As pretending it's fine.
I feel this weird shattering
In my chest
It's not depression
I'm sure,
It's the last of this
Little hardened iron shell
That I wrap around myself
Shattering utterly and entirely.

The rust and steel is
Falling apart
And I realize
You're about to see
The most vulnerable part of me
And I'm very
Very
Afraid.

Not of you
But of the shattering parts
Of me.