where does it end?
By moshqueen •
What are these sufferings I have within?
Am I lost or alone?
Speaking aloud you cannot see
the pain and confusion beneath.
Hiding so well under a calm exterior.
Like a being, they push to the surface
Straining my limits to their last.
Cry, scream, laugh
there is no repression
no help
only a way out
on a long road
of demands, obligations, responsibilities unwanted.
Is happiness overrated?