3rd October last year I surely wrote this. May not branch into poetry...

I'm sad today. I'm not ok.

It's not the answer they're looking for,

Or I don't volunteer it, if it is.

I'm fine, I'm good, I'm ok,

Easier to say, less hassle.

I'm not sure which is true.

I think it's just too much,

I've run out of headspace.

Everything has weight.

I'm never free,

It's never light and easy.

I have baggage.