I take a deep breath and the air feels my lungs. The relief of being able to breath is immediate.

The pressure on my chest is lifted, the stresses of my life gifted to another day.

Burring my head I might be, pushing you all away I am.

It’s better this way, the fear I feel when I think you are close to discovering who I really am...

Cold.
Hard.
Empty.
Fake.

This jagged little pill. A rose with a thorn, a blanket wrapped in barbed wire.

The relief is immediate but the pain felt afterwards is worse...

What’s the answer, face it or take another.....

Is taking another a weakness or self preservation?

Cold, hard, empty and fake are all traits I hide well. This mask sits firmly in place. Sure it cracks occasionally but I always find a new one..

Warm.
Soft
Complete
Real

All traits my mask is able to portray.

Thank you my life saving little pill....