• estherabikale 10w

    Sanity

    Frustration,
    Anger,
    Panic,
    All comes to me
    And the world expects me to be sane.

    Happiness,
    Sadness,
    Tears,
    All comes to me
    And they still expect me to bottle it in.

    Happy moments,
    Sad moments,
    Shadows of the past,
    Rushes to me
    And they expect me to keep a straight face.

    I am dying inside,
    I am paining inside,
    I am going crazy inside,
    And I am expected to behave like an immortal,
    Like a non-cracking, concrete wall.

    And they expect me to keep sane,
    Am I going to keep it in till I explode?
    Because I fear I might explode
    Before someone comes to my rescue.
    And you expect me to be sane.




    ©estherabikale