Charade of Shadows
My face aches from my always-forced smile, pretending to be what they want.
My tongue throbs from lines woven with gold, always saying what they expect.
My eyes burn from unsweetened tears of hate, I cannot let the pain show.
My lips tremble from words unspoken; I should not say what I think.
I have secrets deep in me that I would never dare utter, even to myself.
They would consume even the strongest.
I contain venom so vile that I reek of self-damnation, as my humanity withers.
There is nothing I can do.
Dark shadows stalk me sensing my fear, the fear of forever being lost in the dark.
My inner light dim from neglect, unable to guide me.
My heart beats like a drum threatening to burst as I attempt to escape,
But the shadows race along beside me unfaltering.
I pretend to be content, pretend to have no shadows, pretend not to be me.
Life is just a charade.
My legs quiver, from always running.
But how do you run from yourself?
You cannot.
For the shadows and I are one.
-Marissa S.
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