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 Jan 2018 Sylvia Frances Chan
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I arrive to the point I become numb because of the pain.

The voices inside my head turn into familiar company.

Solitude is not something new.

I feel lonely in a way it doesn't surprise me anymore.

Does it really get better?

Or I'm just used to it?

To the pain

The madness

And the silence.
 Jan 2018 Sylvia Frances Chan
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He doesn't clearly know how to show his affection,
it leads to her thoughts that perhaps,
he doesn't love her as much as she thought he does.

The hurricanes inside of him refuse to open up to the world,
the thunder inside wants to be hidden forever,
he manages to appear calm,
in way she thinks he's careless.
“Merry Christmas,
I guess.”

Christmas spirit fills the room
but not the heart
of the solemn girl in the corner

Joyous smiles try
to “cheer” up the
young scrooge

The only thing that
will “cheer” this
little grinch

Is the thought that
those smiles of distant relatives
will soon be on their way home

She doesn’t hate Christmas
just the anxiety that
comes with entertaining relatives

As the last family member
steps out onto the porch
she finally smiles

“Merry Christmas!”
social anxiety is real, friends.
quivering hands
grip this blade

invisible to all eyes
soul annihilated
ash descends
slowly

muffled abyss plunges here

apologies stifled
lick, diminish
****, collapse
swallow, ruin

quivering hands
clutch this crushed heart
i love you.
Those whom can
read between the lines
have an intriguingly beautiful
and fascinating personality.

It's defining characteristics
and attributes
such as these
that show intelligence
and a rigorous,
meticulous,
mentality.

~ Gifted.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
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