It

I wake with it,
It weighs heavy on me.
I carry it around,
Yet no one seems to see.
The darkness overcomes
My very will to be.
I writhe and reel against it,
What do you want from me?

I take it to bed at night,
This black and ugly thing.
I cannot shake it off me,
Or rid it from my being.
Leave me, leave me, go!
Can’t you hear me screaming?
No, no one can hear,
They don’t know what I’m thinking.

They ask, “Where do you get your strength?”
I say, “Don’t bother me.”
Don’t they know how inane they are,
How much they cannot see?
The face is just a mask,
I put it on to seem free.
But underneath it all,
Nothing’s what it seems to be.

It

kauisyndrome

Joined February 2008

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I wrote this after my mother died.

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