Pressure behind my lowered eyes as sadness breaks free
Hiding behind flimsy wooden doors from a painful and scary truth
I am not worthy these days
Who knows how long I can fight myself
And hiding in bathrooms and closets to cry is annoying
Who am I fooling?
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Thoughts,
Some designed to hold me back,
Stamped inside my head by what I’ve chosen to believe,
Some good, some bad
