Tragedy

How can anyone see the truth. When I’ve spent my life perfecting the lie?My mouth says “I’m fine,” But my heart is a muffled cry.

I am drowning in a silence I built myself, Holding my breath, afraid to ask for a light. The world sees me cold, harsh and tight.

But that isn’t me. It’s just the armor, I grew to survive the noise. Life didn’t just grow me up; it broke me into shape. It taught me that “strength” is a mask, And showing your heart is a mistake.

The tragedy is that I know who I am. The soft voice, the one who cared. But I am trapped behind a person who screams, Because I am too terrified to let the feelings slam.