Silence

I’ve lost the words

To bleed onto this page.

It’s not that I have nothing to say

Not that silence has finally befallen me.

But who could possibly understand

How fucked up my perfect life is?

I’m always the girl that

Thinks too much

Feels too much

Overreacts

When all you see

Is the pretty picture painted for me.

It’s not always physical.

It’s not always there.

It’s not always something that you can point out and say

Hey

Look at that

Isn’t that mad?

Sometimes you don’t even see it

Until it’s too late

And you’re left crying on the floor

Realising that what you thought was special

What other people were lucky to have

Was just the norm you never had.


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