They can't hide
Can't be fearless
They can put up a mask
Try to put on a brave smile
But you'll never know the fears of the Fearless.
The panic attacks they have. The pressure they feel. The anxiety that builds up. Slowly. Always suppresed. Never allowed to boil over.
You will never know the fears of the Fearless.
The past they have had to live through.
The abuse. The bullying. The alarm they have gone through. The affliction.
Always having to hide behind the mask. No one can see their face. Just the fallacy in front of it.
You can't see the ideas they have. The demons that try to pull them under the water. Knowing they can't swim. The pressure of the water slowly building up. And backing down. Just a little bit. To allow them to breath. Just to build it back again so they are forced to live through the pain longer.
You don't see the blanket they put over themselves to slowly, slowly suffocate themselves. So they don't have to deal with what's happening on the outside.
Under the blanket is the only safe place. The only place they can drop the mask. They only place they can allow the pressure that is building over, threatening to boil over in simple everyday activities, to flow out. Seeping out to flow down the skin. Mixing with the blood that pulsates out of they're wrists. Their thighs. Their body.
You will never see the blackness that is inside of them. The numbness that over takes their entire body.
