Feeble attempts at this existence
leave me jittering with persistence.
Moving constantly trying to find
some semblance of a peaceful mind.
People join in with the charade.
Making me feel brittle and afraid.
Is this how I'm expected to survive?
Promenading in masks-pretending to thrive.
Pushed to smile through the tears.
Forever hiding unimaginable fears.
What an existence I've come to know.
These rotten seeds too late to sow.