My Life

~Wickedness

How long do I have to keep this act?

How long do I have to keep pretending?

How long do I have to keep myself intact?

I glance, I see,

My broken reflection on the shattered mirror,

I wonder, I imagine,

How will it feel if I was free.

Wetness on my cheeks, and I touchㅡ

Sadness and grief is what I feel,

Quiviring lips, struggling to breathe,

Trying so hard not to reveal.

How do I stop the pain?

How do I stop the tears?

How much more do I have to sustain?

Staring down at my work of artㅡcolored red,

I smile, I laughㅡtaking the ache away,

It looked magnificentㅡI feel no dread.

The whispers and the murmurs kept echoing within the blackness,

Heart beating wildly, terror crept up,

They are evil, they are powerfulㅡThey will not stop until I surrender to their wickedness.

They keep saying I'm worthless,

They keep saying I'm better off dead,

I could not help but feel so hopeless.

Tired of acting,

Tired of crying,

Tired of masking,

My lifeㅡI keep resenting.