Breaking Point
My porcelain mask is heavy on my face,
A failing smile secures its fragile place.
Beneath the glaze, the deep-set fractures show,
A structure built just for an outward glow.
Each passing day, a weight I cannot lift,
My mind exhausted, utterly adrift.
The air is thick with words I cannot say,
Choked back in silence, day after day.
I long to say "I'm not okay" out loud,
To pierce the silence of this lonely crowd.
Nothing is fine, I need them all to know,
I’m barely hanging on, with nowhere left to go.
I'm at the edge, the drop is right there now,
One final push and I wouldn't care how.
To stop pretending, finally reveal,
The pain and deep exhaustion that is real.
The proper words won't form to capture the storm,
I hope they get I'm going over the ledge with form.
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