Tell me again how I should feel
“It’ll pass,” they say
and so everyday, I wake up and place this armour around me before setting foot outside
“I can do this,” I say
Knowing full well that part of me just wants to crawl back inside and die.
“Don’t say that!” they seem upset
but these are the feelings I feel and keep hidden behind this mask of strength.
I can be who they want me to be.
Just not today.
Please, for God’s sake and his,
give today to me.