It's so hard
To fake it for the crowd,
It's such a relief
To get home, to a place
Where I can be me,
But then I get stuck with more people
And I still can't drop the mask
That I constructed for the outside world
I only get peace while I'm asleep,
And what cruel irony is it, that I can't sleep.
I've got people here,
Looking up to me
People I have to be strong for,
People I would give up everything for.
I can't let them see me weak,
Broken, sad, shattered, battered.
I can't let them see me.
It's exhausting,
Keeping this mask up all the time
But I'll do it,
I'll do it to protect them.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
