inhaling the stress like it's
smoke from a cigarette.
addicted to anxiety likes it's alcohol.
tattooed pressure across my forehead.
piercing sadness into my stomach.
happiness was washed away by the hair dye I use to disguise it with.
there's no light at the end of my hazel eyes.
my heart feels like it's withering away with doubt.
I only feel like drawing my face into a pout.
I don't want attention, I don't deserve a pension.