mimi

Adjusting my mask every morning is what I call happiness.
The kind of happiness that no one understands,
The kind of happiness that prevents my demons from attacking in the night.

They say to be happy and strong,
But nobody knows the weight silence holds,
Or when it’ll stop eating the air I breathe.

My heart is running dry as time goes on.
There is no shoulder to cry on,
No mother to cry on, No sister to cry on, Nobody to cry on.

I’d be better off as a cat sprawled in light strikes scrawled on the floor,
With the sun streaming through the window, the rays of warmth weighing on my eyelids
Free to close with the ease of a purr humming through my throat.

I’m better off inside, belly full of attention from those that love me unconditionally.
But the only thing I’m allowed to have is;
Unconditional love from the people who only witness me with my mask.

Adjusting my mask every second of the day is what keeps me going,
The only thing that keeps me from drowning in the middle of the ocean,
Where there is no one but darkness and water around me.