Finally

...and it came down
to creating the mask
of laughter and silence...

I was told what I am not
I was made what I wasn't

and yet I have to move on
like a zombie
with no soul, no direction.

go through the processes
people call life
as death is not an option...

and yet I feel the pain
sometimes over the numbness
that has become omnipresent...

To care, was a mistake
To trust-a crime.
and I lose faith again
for the final time...

how do I start over?
which pieces to pick up,
which to leave behind?

I know that you are happy
now that
I have finally broken down....