How does one go from dancing in the day to crying themselves to sleep at night?
It's frustrating. . . ; I can't hold them back anymore; . . . the tears and the way they blur my sight.

Each passing day that I hide behind a smile, the heavier my mask seems to feel, . . . I can't adjust quickly enough—is it a different style?

Maybe that's why as soon as the lights are off,
the mask slips off
and I let out a wail of relief.
Honestly, I'm tired of it; of lying through my teeth.

For those of you wonderin'. . . yeah. Ha.
I just said a whole lot of nothing.
You don't know what these words truly entail,
but sometimes I can't breath, it hurts to inhale.

And I don't mean to scare anyone. . . but isn't it funny. . .
how I go from spending my days dancing away my problems
(hey, look, it's sunny)
to dreaming of filling up my tub . . .
and falling asleep at night,. . .
and how sometimes I feel that decision is right.

—Z̶a̶y̶a̶  From me, who's hurting.