A Clinging Stranger

A Poem by Aurora .I.

Something I wrote quite sometime ago.

This feeling of sadness,
This feeling of great sorrow
This feeling of woe and tears.
This feeling I myself am not quite used too
This feeling is a stranger but it clings to be so
I want it off! I want it off I say!
But does it ever leave? No way.
A clinging stranger it is today
Filling my life with tears and woe
But do I ever let anyone see?
Who I am on this dreadful day?
No, not like this. I can’t say I do let people see me, who I am on this dreadful day.
I am a stranger to myself, and to people who can actually see.
But does anyone ever actually see me?
No. I am stranger, just another random person walking by. On the streets of this big, bleak city day.
I do not let my friends see, I do not let my mother see, who I am on this dreaded day.
For if I do, I fear for the worst. They shall pity me and only cause more tears on my part.
And so I fake a smile and go through the day, hiding my sadness in a locked door.
Safely Away.
But what happens when this door bust?
When I fall down the steps in tears?
When I drowned myself with fears and tears? And old past memories that just won’t go away?
What happens to me? Will I cry and cry for hours and hours on end or just find another door and lock it up then?
Will I soak my mind with water? Or swim down under and unplug and unclog the locked chamber?
Well when that time comes we shall see, but for now…
No one knows who I am on this dreadful day.