I lose myself so easily,
Slipping masks on that never even fit me.
Irony being in that I know now, more than ever, who I’m meant to be.
Too often, though, this surety escapes me.
A ruse, this game we play,
No two thoughts ever the same
Coexistence, a mortal flame,
Realizations hitting, too late.
We’re all the same.
Now why don’t you act your age?
Smile and rage.
Ladylike pains.
Ignore the kerosene flowing through your veins.
I need a desperate act. A heart attack accident just waiting to happen.
Sweet leaves condense underneath your tongue.
Oh whisper to me the things you would never tell anyone.
I’ll hide them under my pillow,
Dreams, fears, delusions.
I fall asleep to laughter and tears, moments collected over the years.
There are shared songs and stories—my joy, I find, has settled here
Content to rest in the times you were near.
Woolgathering 