T O U C H E D

Behind this facade, I'm a coward who cant admit to anything. For that, I cried inside. While my words and smiles lift those around me from their misery, no one was there for me, for no one knows that I struggle within, no words were spoken by me to lift my misery.

But tonight I'm tired of myself. Tonight I stand by the bar, wearing my most daring outfit I wore to date, pretending to be a seductress that knows what she wants while calmly sipping my cocktail. Tonight, even though I'm afraid, I know I've exhausted my principles, my body is aching for something primitive in hunger yet elegant in its ritualistic manner. Despite my constant fight in the mirror, my loneliness won.

I was never strong to begin with.