No spring in my step,
No sparkle in my eye,
No crazy, zany notions
Of a moonlit goodbye.

No sugar after five,
No lights on after

Who to be, where to turn
Losing yourself feels surreal
Enveloped into something else
Thoughts stolen by one who conceals

Any

Deep down, beneath years
of dress-up clothes and masks
applied with careful precision -
a little girl hides,
cowering from fears
she

I'm trying to comprehend when first all this

began. I reckon it has been quite a slow and

gradual burn. I face

How do I love thee?
At times I don't you know.
You make me want to scream and shout
And turn you off just so!

You can't accept