Over the years, I have learnt the art of masking my emotions. I don't scream anymore unless they are the silent ones where your heart screams out and your lips twist into a wide fake smile. The little child in me hides herself in a cage she willingly built. A last ditch effort to protect the last shards of sanity barely left. I'm perfectly fine with it or so I say. Despite this, sometimes a cage isn't just enough to barricade me from a tsunami of emotions, that drowns me in a sea of sadness.
And when the wave hits, it hits a little harder, a bit too close to home.
The memories locked away unwind, making me spiral deep down into the pit I once believed to have survived from.
oh
how much longer must I just survive and not live?
YOU ARE READING
Narcissus
Poetry❣︎: A place to freely express the words I had failed to say, the words stuck in my mouth - the words left unsaid
