“How Much Longer?”
I wave goodbye to my last guest.
Lock door and slide down, to the
Awaiting floor.
This is what happens when the world
Turns away; I shed away my mask.
Strip away the happy wall and,
Crumble underneath the
Pressure.
You call me perfect,
Yet in the mirrior I
See a weakling.
The weight of the world;
The weight of the worries-
I can easily hide from the
World.
Yet when I’m alone,
Everything crashes to the
Ground like raindrops
From a bursting cloud of
Glass. Everything shatters
When I shut the door.
My smile drops.
My tears fall.
And I lose my hope.
My walls crash around me.
My mind goes insane
From stress.
And all I can think
Is how much longer
Of this will I liv
Through?
How much longer
Can I keep this
Up?
How much longer
Can I hide from
The world as
Everything begins
To weigh more?
YOU ARE READING
My Cutting
PoetryRaw emotion from eyes that have to fake alot of happiness while watching the world burn up in flames as the ruthlessness of the people go unnoticed by one another. -Rebecca Atkinson
