i have become so good
at hiding.
that,
when somebody reveals themselves
i meet anger.
even if i love them so dearly.
i envy them,
the attention they receive.
because i am so alone,
i do not have the courage
to cry in front of others,
so i fight tears in bathrooms,
and try not to leave marks
on my face,
arms.
leave bruises on my hands
where i suffocate them
under tables,
hiding my pain
under everyone's eyes.
do not look down,
you will find me
breaking
breaking
b r e a k i n g.
