The Last to Know
How come I was the last to know?
I should have known when people kept asking if I was okay.
I should have known when my parents started checking just to see if I was alive.
I should have known when everything around me started turning grey— not just the sky, but the way I saw myself.
I should have known when hiding started to feel safer than breathing.
I should have known when just your face sent my chest into sirens and tremors.
Gosh— why didn\'t I know?
Why was I the last one to realize I was not okay?