i'm tired
of these small places in plain sight
where i bare the lightning strikes in my lungs.
of crouching in corners
to crumble from the earthquakes in my chest.
of these select and precise times
where i seek silent okays
to hide away when i'm not.
of the invisibility
to the depths of my pain.
of the silence i've bound myself to
for the sake of the "balance" i dance with.
of the quiet agreement i've made
to keep myself in pieces to spare everyone from falling apart.
i'm tired from the agony of hiding.