I'm scared.
I acted irrationally
and now my chest hurts,
it's sore.
My skin feels like it's burning,
a little.
That feeling will fade.
And the tears on my cheeks will dry.
The memory...I will have it for a while i think.
I've experienced a depression that triggered a side of me i was unaware of.
I acted psychotic.
I wanted things i could never obtain,
and so i made substitutes.
I smiled.
It was a mask, and i liked it.
The soft, warm feel of a smiling mask.
But the mask was not warm.
Cold.
Plastic.
But it gave me comfort,
while at the same time it utterly horrified me inside.
And when the mask finally fell,
my tears were able to come through.
I'm writing this because i'm afraid.
 Sevi Grippaggio · Mon Aug 30, 2010 @ 06:05am · 2 Comments |
