It was fool of me to consider chaNge
Absolutely ridiculous of me to believe I could hold air.
Maybe I cannot pretend anymore…
I cannot smile while I am screaming for help in silence,
I cannot talk normal when all I want to do is cry.
I don’t want to go around suggesting people a better life
Providing them the answers they seek,
While I am the one injured and lost.
I am no more capable of thinking what people will assume of my actions and never do them,
I cannot hide the side of me that doesn’t align to the points made up by humans.
I am done.
I am done with waking up with hopes for a better day
Because nothing can calm the storm raging inside me.
I am not strong.
I am incapable of holding myself together.
I cannot pretend,