I can feel myself starting to cave in.
The ceiling is crumbling and my walls became so thin.
I can no longer hide everything I’m ashamed of and buried deep within.
Now people are beginning to notice the person that I really am.
And even though it scares me, I can’t push myself to play pretend,
To say “that’s not who I am”, this monster that you called your friend.
I can feel the tension in the air because they’re too scared to tell me it’s the end,
But I know and we’ll suffer in silence until you won’t have to see me again.
I’m sorry that you met me, and for that I can’t make amends.
© Grinchy