I am hiding.
Concealing my critters behind a mask
Of false pretences
Holding my breath until you find me out.
Crawling under layers,
Between the kindnesses
Around the gentleness and love
Obfuscating all the reasons for you to hate me
I play at productivity
And connection
Being what is expected, or more than.
This is my forte.
My secrets best kept hidden
Knowing that one day all will unravel
True colours exposed;
Flying high in the wind.
Who will see it first?
Peel back those first layers to unveil the core?
Revealing rot, the stench of mould.
Discoloured. Unholy. Mutated.
That nasty piece of work,
She’ll come through
Whispering
I know why you hate me.
I swallow,
but can’t keep it down.
It creeps out when I least expect it.
Seeping from pores; an oozing blackness.
All the while, I try to maintain this facade of goodness
The never-ending task of being my best,
Of doing my best,
But I know I’ll never be enough to keep my demons at bay.
You know why they hate you, they say.