I am a shell of
A person they once witnessed
Breaking.
They never knew.
They didn't noticed the
Tracks scarred down
My cheeks.
The polar opposites,
The ice drops
Vs
The red wok of my scalding face.
Boiled over sheer terror
And a small string tugging on my mind
Foreseeing a wrong turn,
Nearly beckoning it.
They never saw me.
The fraction of the internally factions girl they thought
Their minds possessed.
The momentary laughter,
The current sigh of remembrance
A batter of bittersweet memories
Engulfed within the seas of backward glances.
They didn't see the fading smile.
They didn't care.
I didn't notice until the grin was gone,
Drowning under hypertensive thoughts.
I didn't care until I realized they were gone
And their was no more left
Of what I thought
I was.
I'm
Breaking.