The weight of expectation,
A burden of deliberation,
Understanding the assignment,
Feelings out of alignment,
With a specific job or task,
Yet every day you wear a mask,
What people see may not be too,
Thoughts of that expectation the same too,
Yet when the face you show each day,
Does not match with words you say,
Opinions people have can change,
They may think you strange.
“Two personalities?”
“He’s not the same as yesterday!”
One day, that’s all, you can’t close the door,
Do not fret for what they saw,
Is always you beneath the surface,
Always you behind the curtains,
You hide so they don’t see you cry,
You draw them as to close your eyes,
And think of how next to disguise,
The constant wherefores and whys.
To those who suffer, you’re not alone.
To those who help, thank you.
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