Living Proof

One big lie

that you played
like a game.

And played again.

Played so often
none of us questioned.
None of us doubted.

It was a lie.

So big
it encased
anybody who touched it.

I became the lie.

I lived the lie.

No Room

Standing in the middle
of an ever expanding room
it feels as if
I'm being crushed
by the weight
of everybodies expectations.

There is no space left
that I cannot occupy
and now they are
in my head
I find no room left
for me.

And

And it crushes you
and steals you
and leaves you afraid
and drags you down

and you let it.

Clinging on

A day
like today
gives you something
to cling on to.

A good day.

Left

I have vacated
the space
I once occupied
and managed
to go unnoticed.

Move Forward

What if I left you behind
So what?
Who cares?
You see you left me behind
in ever so many ways
And now I have to move
forward
or forever remain in the past.
And there are my reasons.
So simple
so plain
no string quartet attached.
I left because
I cared
enough not to look back.

Worn

Mama said it was broken,
beyond repair.

Life had slowly worn him out.