I cry out in pain.
They all cover their ears.
There's a part of me that hurts from the ignorance, but another that understands it completely.
My eyes well with tears as I fight the raging storm inside.
One part begs me to be angry, to tear down the walls holding me captive.
The other stays back and quietly weeps as her existence begins to cave in around her.
They fight and they fight without reaching a conclusion.
The damage inside is irreparable now.
I hold many faces for those I love.
Happiness is an illusion to satiate the masses.
I wear them all like a mask, protecting those around me.
One moment I am happy, while the other I appear aloof.
One second of time is enough to change the face I portray to you.
So damaged now, it seems impossible to heal.
Never be me because I'd be forced to feel.
Am I even real?
Is it that surreal?
I should break the seal...
But it allows me to conceal
The entire ordeal.
What I'm saying really is that I do not know who I am.
Im not allowed to feel, for feeling leads to weakness.
Weakness leads to doubt.
Doubt leads to pain.
Pain leads to unpleasant thoughts.
And unpleasant thoughts lead to the unthinkable.....
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Random Short Glimpses Into My Mind
AcakA collection of short stories, poems, and emotionally charged pieces. Writing has become an outlet for me to express any positive or negative emotion I may feel. If you feel like you're feeling something deep down and want to know if you're the only...
