I'm an ill omen,
I'm told.
It doesn't faze me.
I just put my mask on.
I become
a puzzle,
a labyrinth,
impossible to read,
not me anymore.
I'm an ill omen,
I'm told.
I wear my mask.
I'm fine.
I cry rivers inside.
You can't see how it breaks me.
You can't see how you hurt me.
I realised only now.
This isn't good.
This isn't alright.
Just because I can take it,
doesn't mean I should.
I bow out from this hell.
I will no longer apologise
for being me.
I'm an ill omen,
I'm told.
Your loss.