i'm a happy person
but sometimes,
when i come home to an empty house,
the silence allows for the sadness
swirling above my head like a dark cloud
to pour down over me
and fill the holes in my life
that are usually filled
with fake and meaningless words.
i'm a happy person,
but sometimes,
when i'm by myself,
the tears come so quickly i can't hold them back
and i fall to the ground and cry
until i can't remember
why i'm crying.
i'm a happy person,
but sometimes
it's easier
just to let go of the mask,
quit the act,
stop the lies,
and to give in to the sadness
that sits on my shoulder,
invisible and ignored,
but always there.
i'm a happy person,
but sometimes
i like to lie
about how much i've eaten,
about how much i value myself,
and about how much
i appreciate the company
of my friends and family.
i'm a happy person.
but sometimes i reckon
that’s the biggest lie of them all.
YOU ARE READING
shards
Poetry❝and your words were shards of glittering glass, lodged deeply in my heart❞ a collection of poems and short stories. © 2014 by overcast
