I don’t know why
I inflict physical wounds upon myself
I only end up ashamed and embarrassed
and wishing I was somebody else
I wear long t-shirts
when everyone else enjoys the sun
it’s safer to avoid any difficult questions
and will prevent hurting anyone
It has never been easy
but I think I have mastered painting my face
and being ok with the person
everyone eventually decides to replace
so I smile and say
yes I’m fine — I’m just tired
but when my face cracks and my facade falters
it is my lies that are suddenly transpired
be gentle when you hold me
I’m sorry that it has to be this way
I know I’m a hurricane
but please hold on — please stay
wow this is great