Posted by PM80 on April 4, 2005, at 15:42:46
I feel alone.
A shadow of what I pleasantly present
To my peers. To my boss.
An enthusiastic fasade of rising intent
Fastened over shades of weary confusion.
Occasionally reality shifts and the fasade reflects my heart;
External harmonizes internal,
Equal in strength and substance
And I am whole.
Too soon I fall within myself;
My previous state of self reasserts
And the mask nearly cracks under the strain
Of once again holding my world softly together.
Melancholy is the product of an incoherent loss;
Not fatal, not catastrophic, but real
Real and festering quietly without theatrics.
I do not know how all this can be.
I am so small inside myself;
I am alone.
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