My tears are so disruptive.
They’re locked behind that hard concrete wall,
averting their release.
Each one hides unspoken words.
Each one conceals my secret.
But it’s the smile in my laugh
which is the greatest newfound fraudster.
You’ll always see the happy side,
You think I shine from within
when it’s just bright light on
which blocks the view to me.
I’ll cry over those who don’t care,
longing to be remembered,
while worthlessness laughs in my ear
and mocks those 3.6 metres.
But when the sky contains no light,
that barrier breaks,
My nose gets sore from holding so tightly
to make sure no one hears the fall.
I’m creating this façade of perfection
when I’m really anything but
and that’s what’s killing me.
It’s like holding up the
Wall of Shame
with a twig when it needs the whole damn tree.