Breathe, i tell myself to breathe
I can’t afford to cry
In front of those who don’t know
The reason why
About how i feel.
Please don’t be real
Be a figment of my dreams
Don’t have a face
About what i see
Blinded by the chaos of this city.
In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Hearstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writerl