Brevity.

Do you know what it's like to have many issues and you can't tell a soul?

You're bursting to tell but you know you shouldn't.

(No, I'm not talking about You.)

You clamour to keep it all together.

You try your darnest best.

You hope that nobody can tell and yet, subconsciously you wish someone would dig deep.

It's a sort of a sick & demented irony.

Twisted, contorted & beaten, you lie seemingly defeated.

Then, you muster remnant strength & get back on your feet.

Yes, I am a victim of circumstance.

Today, for the first time in my 32 years of existence, this is scrawled in ink.

Of what circumstance(s), I will not say, except that it is not financial. I'm adamant about being financially independent.

The determined streak is overshadowed by a self-defeatist resignation.

Mich used to be very Happy.

She had a perfect childhood, was loved by all, was immensely popular & well-known in school for her academic accolades.

What a bittersweet memory!

At 32, she constantly stumbles. Apparently, she must have lost her touch. Her winning streak has come to an end. How laughable!

These useless tears - what good does it do to weep?

Nobody would expect me to have such deep and dark secrets. They are well-guarded against prying eyes. I'm well aware of the walls I build to fend off potential mongering. Nobody genuinely cares about the chip on someine else's shoulder. Everyone's too busy taking stock of their own lives. Hence, why bog others down? It's easier to wheedle a smile out of someone than to get a listening ear.

Laugh and the whole world laughs with you. Cry and you cry alone. Unseen. Unheard. Unnoticed.

Verbosity lends a hand to mask the truth.

Anyhow, this is yet another mass of words to be buried in the annals of time.

Unseen. Unheard. Unnoticed.

Hark! It's a new day.

Breathe, Mich.

Inhale.

Now, go out to the world.

Don't forget that plastic smile now.

Cheese! :)