hurt
pain shapes me
like a deranged potter
having his way
with the malleable putty
that i am.
a false front i erect.
a façade, a show.
i laugh, i smile,
hiding the scars of battle.
pain grins.
a masterful opponent.
he knows each and every one
of my weaknesses.
my soft spots,
through which my insides
can be ripped out.
i am on the wane.
my star is falling.
they try their best.
to salvage me,
to lessen the hurt.
they tell me i will be fine.
they tell me i will emerge victorious.
i try my best,
to believe
these white lies.
i am no fool.
pain bides his time.
a patient foe.
he picks at me,
while i try and regain
myself.
to make me
rescind control.
one to do with the body
one to do with the mind.
he is equally adept
at ruling both.
he sees me,
resisting his attack on one front.
gleefully
he shifts his focuses
to the other.
i am not as strong as you think.
i am hurt.
i bleed within.
i do not recognize myself.
for the next 4 weeks.
my summer holidays are pathetic.
and the best part.
due to some unforeseen bullshit with my knee(which i have grown to detest),
my NY trip has been cancelled.
yes.
awesome.
i have to sell my concert tix online now.
great.
explains my current state doesnt it.







