a lot of times i appear to be so stable, but it's all a ruse, a clever lie- my mask to hide the lines on my face and the fear in my eyes.
rejection and failure are constant reminders- always there, always sneering at me.
it takes so much to stand and smile, to grin and bear it. i see the phantoms in my corner, but all they do is help me stand. nothing more.
nothing more.
my reason is fading. can i hold on?
Friday, February 1, 2008
raison d'etre
So says, L. Braynen at 9:14 PM
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