Sickness is so easy to hide
With make up and layered clothing
And styling your hair down low
To hide the clumps that are falling
Pink lipstick to conceal
The purple tinge to your face
And a splash of bronzer to cover up
Your skin looking so grey.
Three pairs of leggings and
A smile to smooth the lines
No one will see behind
The masterpiece, the disguise.
It’s easy to fool others
To put on a show
Keeping yourself busy,
Too busy for anyone to know
But each night I collapse into bed
Exhausted from the anxiety of the day
Of what I did and didn’t do
Wondering how life fell into such disarray.
I don’t want to pretend anymore
But I don’t want people to see
I am so tired of this existence
I am so far from me, from fi.
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