When caught in a charade

it’s easy to come off as capable.

What is more difficult in the moment,

is letting people realize the pain.

“I’m not a victim,” I yelled out loud.

There really is this feeling I get,

causes me only a shadowy film

of masking emotion, my mystery.

Life really does contain speed bumps

that can’t always be brushed aside.

I wake up sometimes in the morning,

with real regrets, flooding confusion.

I really am afraid of myself sometimes.

It’s okay, I’ve been ‘told’ to stop worrying.