Christmas music throbbing in the next room..
family putting up the tree, dancing, singing, laughing.
and I sit silently
drowning.
Such irony, this happiness all around me.
This weird, painted smile on my face.
relatives whisper, when they aren't too busy...
"what happened to her?"
no one knows,
no one bothers to ask.
fine with me.
i'm too afraid.
my heart beats erratically, wanting to jump from my chest and run at the very thought of...help...
how silly.
"You don't have any Christmas spirit?"
no spirt.
"you lost it?"
A long time ago.
Go away tears. No one may see you.
Author notes
Just thoughts.
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It's sad to be so sad and think sad thoughts when happiness abounds. Still the piece is a nice progression of poetics
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