Breathe, i tell myself to breathe
I can’t afford to cry
In front of those who don’t know
The reason why
I lie
About how i feel.
Please don’t be real
Be a figment of my dreams
Don’t have a face
I lie
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
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Oh dear! After reading memories, I read this and all I want to do is send tons of hugs across ❤ ❤
Hoping to catch up..thanks so much..😊
Beautiful poem Mich 🙂
Thank you so much🤓
Lying to ourselves can be a form of self preservation; especially if the truth is too devastating to face. Powerful poem. ❤️
That is so true..☺☺
This was deep.. And I doubt there are many who have not lied to themselves .. ❤ the courage is in facing the truth and taking off the masks worn. ❤ xxx
Yes Sue..we have to have the courage to take off or masks when the right time comes
And we will and do.. 🙂 xxx
So sad she cannot cry? Or she is and she’s lying. So sad she is blinded by the city lights and the person she wonders why, does not see her.
Oohhhh..you enunciate it so well mandy…thanks