You told me not to be “sensitive”
So here I am trying to deflect,
but I end up absorbing the pain of your words,
the intricacies of this world,
pretending not to care about what is said
and has happened.
I hold the tears in,
place a mask on my face,
and a lock on my lips
so that none would spill.
But now I feel numb
unaware of how I feel
and unable to cry.
Now, here you are
calling me emotionless.
I guess there was no in between;
either a heart of ocean
or a heart of stone.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
You told me not to be “sensitive”
So here I am trying to deflect,
but I end up absorbing the pain of your words,
the intricacies of this world,
pretending not to care about what is said
and has happened.
I hold the tears in,
place a mask on my face,
and a lock on my lips
so that none would spill.
But now I feel numb
unaware of how I feel
and unable to cry.
Now, here you are
calling me emotionless.
I guess there was no in between;
either a heart of ocean
or a heart of stone.
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