27 days have past
with a plastered smile on my face
but I’m afraid that I lack the self-control I need
and will be blown away with the smallest breath of wind

I’m worried I cannot handle
being shrunken and stretched so many times
and eventually I will shrivel up
with tear-stained wrinkles on my skin

I’ve gone so long
and have been so strong
but the strength inside me is wilting like a flower
27 days have past