My thoughts are weighing on me

Like a ton of bricks on my shoulders.

My brain is in sudden shock every morning

Because I realize I have to start my day.

I have to walk outside the house and pretend.

My fake smile can’t fool everyone forever.

My fake confidence can’t soar much longer.

All of this weight is about to break me.

I won’t be fake any longer,

But is that really what I want?

Show my mental scars to people who don’t care?

I’d rather just pretend.

It’s much easier that way.

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Noah Purser View All →

I’m just a dood tryna figure myself out. I write about shows, movies, the LGBTQ+ community, Pop Culture, and my original fiction work!!

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