Pain

H. Potter

I can't take the pain any more, can't hold in the words. I'm broken, and there is no knight, no caring arms, to fix me. The cracks grow and I fear that more start every day.

My only comfort words. But I can't speak them, after all who would listen? My shell holds me in, poor protection from the storm. I get up and put on my armor, the attitude I wear like a skin. Don't feel comfortable in my own.

I smile for them, laugh, talk, but never let them in. When I do they can't comprehend what's underneath. They offer no understanding. The end is coming and I shall be consumed by the fires, burnt out till nothings left.

The phoenix rises but I shall not.