Would it matter
if I told you
what was going on
inside my head?
Would
it
change
a
damn
thing?
I don't think so.
So I'll go slow
so that the
mask
that's slipping
won't show.
But I'm breaking
all over
again.
I'm overthinking.
and all I
want to do
is cry.
I
just want to know
why?
I
want to make it make sense to
me.
Because I'm breaking,
my hands are shaking,
my mask is chaffing.
And I myself
don't even know.
{That's a lie
but I'll keep that between
myself and I}
30/07/23
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Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
