A human, yet again

I have been wounded, deeply

The wound bleeding incessantly, yet

I cannot dress it, I cannot cater to it

All I do is, plaster a smile,

Swallow down all the pain, just

Clean the blood without leaving a trace,

And extend over it, the sleeve of my dress.

I have been bleeding near the exposed cuticles,

The prickly little skin almost plotting

To numb my nerves, how I wish to

Pluck it away, sever

The broken skin, a broken bond

With my body, yet,

All I do is let it numb my nerves along with my senses,

And stay mum, in all instances.

I have been walking on eggshells,

For quite some while now

Pretending to be what I am not,

Never have been, to protect myself

Against the impact of some spiteful words

Which hurt worse than blows,

Some painful gestures,

Which wound my heart, each time some more.

Portraying myself to be happy

When I am bleeding from within,

Soul tearing apart into a million fragments.

Just once do I wish to be vulnerable,

To shout out loud all the pain within

To scream aloud all the hurt within,

To simply let go, all the dark within,

Just this once, to be a true human, yet again.