Knowing

Sometimes you just don't know.
People will ask questions, things you should easily be able to answer, but nothing comes.
Your brow furrows and the gears spin wildly, but nothing comes.

Mostly these questions are personal.
Requiring that you look deep within, scratch your moral fiber, descend into your sinfulness-
and figure it out. Tout de suite!

"I can't answer you right now" should be a valid response, completely acceptable.
But it never is.
They always want to know, to fill the gap in their mind space with your vitals.

Sometimes I just want to scream and hide behind my arms, shielding the agony in my eyes.
"Don't you think I want to know! Don't you think it matters to me!"
But they don't care ... and they couldn't if they tried.
Not in the way you need them to.