Cracks of the false facade

I am breaking.
A smile is harder to maintain,
Feeling the cracks of the pressure that prevails,
I find myself in an awkward position,
Where the mask I wear is impossible to maintain.

My heart ripped apart,
As my gut torn outside,
I feel the invisible hand reaching,
Finding nothing to pull out.

Hollow,
My heart beats,
Frozen,
I stand in disbelief,
Calm,
My demeanor seems,
But inside I cry myself to sleep.

To feel less then before,
To shut my feelings of yore,
I shove them back where they came,
I want no part in their game.
Sick of sorrow I stand my ground,
To seek out what I found,
The bitter truth and self relief,
I hide it not,
Put all hope to sleep.
It’s hard to see,
But the end of me.

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