shaky ground

i stop listening for a while,

rude,

yes, i know,

but i grow weary

of words.

of the voices of others,

so sure

of themselves,

so certain about things

of this broken world, 

that i wish i knew.

i'm on shaky ground

thin nerved.

tired. i'm not looking

into other's eyes for answers

anymore,

i need a break

before i'm broken too.