#279

4-30-2016

I’ve spent this last April evening crying my eyes out

Being strong for years on end wears on one’s being

I feel weak, I feel alone, in the darkness…

Actual and rhetorical, distractions hold sway no longer

Thoughts, feelings…boiling over the edge

Why put on a happy face?!? I’ve done it for so long

It is all I know. I want to know more, I want to feel

Fifteen years of choked down anger, pain, frustration..

That is all I feel, hiding behind the hope filled smile

The mischievous grin, alive with hidden truths…

You are not prepared!

Fuck it, here it comes!

Alas, I am alone…none to share with, not to bare witness

To my truth… I am a brain injured fuck.

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