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He laughs where the crowd can see,
Plays the part he’s meant to be.
The world believes the mask he wears,
Blind to the weight on unseen cares.
The drive is quiet, the music low,
A place where shadows freely grow.
Tears spill softly; unseen, unheard.
His heart speaks truths without a word.
Home at last...
I am an overthinker.
I read between the lines and listen to pauses,
Then wonder if they were ever really there at all.
I notice the shift in tone,
A glance that lingers too long,
And I carry it further than I should.
I question my questions,
Rewind conversations,
And always wish I’d say something else.
I pic...
Life doesn’t wait.
It runs, full-force,
a river with no dam;
an hourglass, stuck to the table,
sand falling whether you’re ready or not.
There’s no going back to yesterday,
no matter how much we hope or pray;
no rewinding to the words that were almost uttered,
or to the chances that were almost taken.
The su...
I overshare.
It’s what happens when you’ve been lonely for too long,
And unheard even longer.
Nights are heavy and silent.
I carry my own stories to bed.
The weight piles up in my chest,
Pressure building,
Waiting for the smallest crack to escape.
Then with friends, in lighter air,
The dam gives way.
Everythi...
