Falling Apart

Free-verse poem

I want to be strong.

I want to be brave.

I want to hold in my tears.

And act like everything is just fine.

But…

It’s not.

It’s really not.

Everything is different,

and not in the good way.

I mean, in the really, really bad way.

Nothing feels right.

Nothing feels stable.

Not ever since that big change came,

and took hold of my life.

Now, it’s all I think about.

It has more control over me

than I have of myself.

Sometimes I think I’m

Going to 

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Of everything and just scream my lungs out.

But…

As tempting as the thought may be 

(and trust me, it is)

I can’t.

I have to put on a smile

that’s as fake as those girls on TV.

I have to act like my life is simply

wonderful.

Even though on the inside…

I’m

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