I will sit in my sadness
as I drape it on like a mask
I'd even wear it to bed and alone
but never while sunlight hours pass

My sadness is often rooted in my chest
it's built to last
creating a storm
of anguish and despair
and outgrowing other emotions
in its path

My sadness looks like envy
and is filled with wrath
too much pride to subdue it
but easily broken like glass

My sadness looks like you
when your leaving

You,
when we're not speaking
You,
when you don't need me
You,
when your not near me.