standing on the edge
Posted in Miscellaneous on June 24th, 2006It worked for a while. It was ok for a while. When I leave in the morning, it slips off me. I take it out and I put it far away. Because keeping it on makes me a different person. I become someone I hate. And soon everybody else will see it and ……
So it’s kept far away. It worked for a week or two. But slowly and carefully I know its pushing and tugging its way out.
I tell myself it’s alright. But I’m in pain.
“She’s not normalâ€
I tell myself it’s all good. But it gets harder to cope.
“Leave her be, I can’t be bothered anymore. I don’t want to know anythingâ€
I tell myself to myself to hang on for a while. But I’m tired.



