Swallow it all down.
Bury it in my stomach and let it fester.
Ignore it as it keeps coming up like stomach acid.
Ignore it as it keeps coming up like panic.
I'm always a little terrified.
But I like to hide it under verbosity.
Ignore it as I plaster on the smile you see.
I am counting on my mask to set me free.
Even if I'm a little cracked,
Even if it's always split in the middle.
No amount of broken cannot be hidden.
The hurt still comes out unbidden.
I can't keep it all stitched in.
Like the tears that drip from cheek to neck.
This is how I spilled and I won't take it back.
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