Trip like I do

"And I guess I'm still pretty angry" a Mr. Popper said
Still hurt
I still hurt.

Yet, I'm alive
The pain is real.
Hiding in the shadows.
Hiding in the facade I've created
A charade of pain.

I grasp my head in my hands
struggling with the thoughts
feelings and words
Words they spoke to me
Words they didnt say at all.

Yet, I'm alive
The pain will go away
The shadows will fade into light
The facade will break down
to dust, and be blown away

Tired of hiding
Tired of holding
Tired of hurting
Its been to long to hide, to hold and to hurt

A breath and a beginning
I'm alive.