Lost

Who am I? Who am I trying to be?

Not myself, anyone but myself.

Living in a fantasy to bury the reality,

Making myself the mystery,

A strong facade disguising the misery.

Empty, but beyond the point of emptiness,

Full to brim with fake happiness,

A guard that will never be broken,

Because I became broke a long time ago.

I’m hurting but don’t tell anyone.

No one needs to know.

Don’t show or you’ve failed.

Always okay, always fine, always have to be ok.

The show must go on.

No one else should handle the amount of pain I have suffered.

And that is my burden to bear.

But I know I have to keep going.

I give up. I give up giving up.

I am lost.

I don’t need to be saved,

I need to be found.