I’m trying to reconcile

My public identity

And my private life

Who am I?

Who do I want to be?

The mask I wear

Throughout the day

Comes off at night

Through my tears

I see my haggard face

The scars no one sees

Shine in the lamplight

As if they were new

When did I last

Tend to my wounds?

How long has this smile

Covered up my pain?

No one wants

To be called a victim

But I have to admit

I’m not ok

There is no way forward

But to work through this

I have to survive

I have to live

I have to reach

The other side of this

— B.

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