Bothering

No, I can't explain what's bothering me.

I don't talk because right now, I just don't know.

I try to explain, but it never satisfies a soul.

Next thing you know, I'm drowning in emotions,

They only go so low, hit the bottom and wonder,

"How the hell am I ever going to get out now?"

I'm just full of all these damn doubts now,

Past the point of reassuring me to calm this storm down.

One word about me being out of sorts, and you're up and out the door again.

You can't take my fit once more again; the last time it ended up in a bad argument.

You can't watch me being all out of sorts, putting my feelings out on display

For the whole world to see.

It isn't meant to bother you all;

They are my feelings, so I'll deal with them myself.