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.