The Art of Looking Alive

When you’re holding everything inside your head,

And have isolated to the point of loneliness

No one to call, no one to explain,

So you wear your silence like a second skin of pain.

“You look weak”, they say.. You give them a smile hoping it hides,

But they look at you with serious concern in their eyes,

And something in you breaks that has been trying to hide for so long

How do you tell them their daughter has been

fighting just to stay a little longer?

The fight isn’t loud, it quietly drains the life out of you and leaves you hollow..

And at the end, all you learn is to wear a mask and pretend as if nothing died..