My Human Secret by gateau-de-quatre-17, literature
Literature
My Human Secret
Most days I keep this silent
Keep it buried under bandages and wrappings and Hi, How Are You
How are you this fine... evening
But it festers and ruptures on occasion
Cracks and breaks and before I know it I'm slipping
All of the filth comes rushing forward
Guilt, depression, shame, angst
An old wound opening from the depths of what I call me
And at the core of it a name that in my better moments I could have sworn I'd forgotten
It comes on like a tidal wave
Memories fast and furious and aged two long, awful years
Two years of could-have-been anniversaries and Taylor Swift impressions
Two years of pretending I don't feel it
Of pretending that