Exhausted.
Mostly emotionally.
I have a mask on.
It is called a 'face'.
It hides my soul.
It is helpful when
I don't want people
to know my true feelings.

Like lately,
I have had a smile on.
For the most part I am happy,
but in reality I am deeply
sad over you.
You know that you deserve better
but you refuse to move on.
You won't open your eyes
to me so I just pretend that
in the end everything will work
out, and these crazy visions
of the future will come true.