When I am alone with my thoughts
they bleed into my insecurities
and fester like sores
that will never heal
letting me suffer in piercing silence
I hide my wounds
in a cloak of confidence
and carve a delicate smile on my face
with a trembling hand
I must never let them know
Never let them see
But I am tired
Deception has corroded my spirit
until I am a remnant
of what I could have been
So, I ask myself
What do I have to lose
by letting them in?
Could their judgement truly be worse
than the sentence I’ve already passed?
Will they poke at that which is already broken?
Or will they silence my fears
with gentle whispers of kindness
and share their own stories
letting me know
that I was never alone after all
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