Different

He thought I had a cold.
But my nose was bunged up from
a night time of tears.

During the night,
I'd sorted out all my problems
and then tried to commence
the 'Cure for Cancer' congregation.

I told him why I seemed
different.
I told everyone my plans
and my trials, and what the
doctor had said.

In the morning,
I tried to untangle reality
from the dreams and nightmares
that I'd drifted home from.

I couldn't do it on my own.

** ALL TRUE, but you're still welcome to bash it, don't worry.