my throat is tightening,
my chest closing up,
but I know better than to cry
whilst everyone is watching.
they needn't see me weak,
but I am getting weaker,
if only they'd cast their gazes elsewhere
so I could just let loose.
allow me to be weak
as this endless strength has deteriorated my shoulders
and finally come to an end.
YOU ARE READING
La Da Dee ✔
Poesiamelancholic poetry, prose and other random pieces of my heart in word form. ♡ // highest ranking: #62 in poetry // • march 11th, 2017 - august 4th, 2017 •
