Thursday, December 24, 2009


I'm used to this
the awkwardness;
insane distress.

Familiar pain,
I hide you well
deep in my heart
and smile, apart.

I disconnect
my mind, myself
from worldly bliss
because of this.

Don't show
the real me
because I fear
each shedding tear.

Would you judge
me like the crowd?
I pray you won't.
I hope you don't.

Of course you do.
You're like the rest,
but you tried you're best.
You tried your best.

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