The Weight of the World is on My Shoulders
Sometimes I hate what I’ve let myself become.
I keep a cool facade at all times.
I look fine when I’m really hurting deep inside.
But others expect me to remain calm.
They want me to help them with their own problems.
It’s unacceptable for me to express negative emotions.
Sometimes I wish I could reverse this,
Even just a little.
I just want the freedom to be a normal human being.
But inside I just feel so torn.
I’ve gotten so used to masking my emotions.
False cheerfulness just comes naturally to me.
Sometimes I just want to run away.
I want to go far, far away.
I want to go someplace where someone understands.
But no one understands.
Everyone demands my attention.
Everyone requires my opinions and advice.
Sometimes, on nights like tonight, I can’t take it anymore.
I write these feelings out.
This expanse of white is the only thing that will listen.
But I still hurt.
I still have negative emotions.
I am still trying to cope.
Sometimes I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders.