There’s many storms brewing
Yet, when I present myself to you,
I am as calm as the midday sea
I spend days fighting a never-ending battle,
A war I have no chance of winning.
I pretend to be who I am not
Trapped and restrained the real me,
I’ve have been hurt too many times to count
Injuries they’re overwhelming,
I sit sulking away over a bottle of gin & pineapple juice
Though they do nothing to numb this pain;
I succumbed to my emotions.
My outward appearance seems strong
Yet, behind closed doors, I am like a sponge submerged in water,
Reminiscing with tears as they lose grip of my water-based eyes
Heaven knows I have grown weary of putting on this show,
I tire of the scenes I play
And the all too familiar cast I know,
Still, I await these curtains to come down
Putting an end to this on-going fiasco;
Maybe then I will have some closure.
© Xavier J. Frazer