Trapped
I camouflage some of my thoughts with a wry smile of mine.
My sadness is caged inside me, trapped below all these masks of cheerfulness. They say, “your trauma resides in the corner of your mind and it haunts you in every walk of your life, acknowledging trauma is important”, but what will you acknowledge if your trauma is unknown.
Sometimes, I want to strip all these masks and reveal the truest emotions that I feel. Sometimes I am on the verge of shedding just as scalding milk at the verge of overflowing but then suddenly the flame is turned low. All the people, I have ever designated as my sanctuary are too unknown to these emotions.
My emotions feel betrayed, trapped inside. They may feel as if I am ashamed of them. There is an unending war within, among all these emotions, all longing to be expressed.
These emotions don’t feel at home under all these masks, so I provide them home in my words. Here, in my words, I can mold them accordingly.
//things I am not so proud of
