do you ever feel like
when things are up in the sky
you know you’re hiding something
deep down in the hollowed cave
the only truth that isn’t hard to say
that you are incapable of staying happy
you’re constantly scared of living
always on the verge of crying
when did you get so good at hiding?
even you can’t recognize yourself
this put together happy shell
inside there’s nothing left to tell.
t.l.
Tsunami of Words 