It\'s hidden in the moments you don\'t see
after I remove the mask
and release the pressure
When my hands are tired of holding on
and my legs are weak from the weight
I feel anger build, deep in the pit of my stomach
It makes me want to vomit
The anger is worse than the hurt
It fills me with regret and guilt
I feel-
unlovable
Did I cause this?
Did I deserve this?
Have I served my sentence?
Learned my lesson?
It lurks in the shadows of my mind
and hides behind glossy eyes
I hate it, but I cant let go
So, I wear her like second skin
Thick and resilient
I know.
She\'s perfect.