The mask

There is an ache in my chest I cannot be rid of,

I wake up every morning hoping today is the day it won’t hurt.

I sometimes wonder if this pain is my punishment for throwing

away everything good I have ever had in my life.

Every inch of me craves your touch, I wish it would stop.

I want to let you go, I know you’re happier without me,

but no matter where I turn the shadows cast your face back at me.

I desperately need to hear your voice, yet it terrifies me because

I know I would only hear the sound of your disgust.

It’s difficult to breath these days, I try to pull in air and

all I feel is dizzy, nauseated, as though my body is rejecting itself.

But life must go on. Time to put on the mask, smile and be fine, just fine.

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