Nauseous

You see the smile that's on my mouth,

Its hiding the words that don't come out,

All of the friends who think that I'm blessed,

They don't know I'm in this mess.

Lately I've been worrying myself sick with stuff. Important stuff that will have major implication on my future. Never in my life that I've been this restless thinking about something and very unsettled regarding it. For the first time, I am uncertain as to what to do. 

I'm so confused.

At the moment I am slightly depressed, which no amount of chocolate/wine/kiss* could make it right. 

If I am another person looking at me right now, I'll feel nauseous.

*Delete as necessary.

PS: Quote from The Story- Brandi Carlile