Scares Me More than Dying
Nov 6 · 1 min read
It’s amazing.
This pretend life
we live and love
and convince.
I wonder when I will
grow tired
of this careful
facade.
Give in to the need to
let
all
true
faces
shine equally.
Because when I
say pretend,
what I really mean
is that I’m not the
same person with
you
as I am with
him
and her
and them.
This compartmentalizing
is killing me.
I can’t find trust
in your hands.
No matter how fervently
I want it…

