let me out
out of this turmoil
this confusion
this mire of mirth that isn’t mirthful
but a mask
—
don’t want to hold onto hurt
to paste a smile upon the faker’s face
and say it’s all okay
i can ignore it, make it go away
’til the mask slips
then when i see the hurting faces
i go to pieces, too
angry at being permanently locked out
forced to wait on the land’s end of the drawbridge
held aloof
now that i’m on the other side of this door …
let me in
