People are hushed, abused, or blinded;
positivity and fake enthusiasm, everyone so "avid."
What if someone wants to cry,
but fears it will destroy them?
Paitiently waiting for a reason to get out of bed...
Wanting to melt or spill out your true feelings.
They depend on you to stay stable,
a leg to support ALL but your OWN insecurities
I want to cry with them all
Instead I spill my insides out-
I am the valliant Soldier.
the primed Explorer.
above all, the Liar
When I'm upset, it's me alone in my own insecurities in the mirror angry and saying
"Not good enough"
"You deserve nothing"
And, somehow, before I can deny the blade, I am drowning in my own darkness and insecurities. But it is fine, because tommorrow I can easily conceal it with a fraud, thin-lipped grin. The cycle continues ..everyonebutyou..