My heart’s a mess
and my mind’s the same.
But moving onto another day
Knowing I can’t have you
Brings me such dismay.
I’m not adequate, it’s such a shame
That you seem so perfect
In every way.

I need to shatter
this rosy image.

Outside, she smiled and laughed.
Nothing’s wrong, her mask is strong.

Inside, a shadow roamed her mind,
Making her question her own kind.

Everyday she weeps.
But she’s too afraid to speak.

I may shiver when I see a slug
on the road;
I may shrink when it’s my turn
to order some food;
my heart may drop when a
drunk comes near;
my feet quicken and my eyes
widen when I walk through
the dark;
I may stutter when I
deliver my presentation to
bored students;
I may be silent during
recess while surrounded
by friends, lest I want
awkward conversation;

but I fear nothing.
That is my lie,
yet it is true,
for I should know
that these are things
I can overcome,
and continue my day.

Summer turns to Autumn
As Sleep abates my Days
In my Bed I shall rest
But rest I never may

I hear the Birds chirp
I see the Sun shine
If only I was deaf
If only I was blind

I could sleep
and not whine