Refusing to be infuriated
Rejecting my sorrow
Resilient and unbroken
I am in agregate authority over my emotions
But I tell great untruths
My stealth, my vigor
It is all merely a facade
A shroud of lies I drape upon myself
Cowering in fear
Fuming with lividity
Frail and vulnerable
I am hopelessly lost in a labyrinth of lies
Me likey the teenage angst. Very aptly described.
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