Disclaimer: I’m sorry, everyone, for being so emo and sappy over the holidays… I have a promise to myself never to erase any posts; otherwise, I’d erase this crappy poem. Instead, I’m adding this disclaimer.
Things are different.
The sky hasn’t fallen,
The planets orbit as usual,
Toddlers cry and children laugh,
Parents love and people die.
But things are still different,
Molehill fears become mountains,
Nasty insecurities become screaming flaws,
While outwardly things remain the same,
A mask making up for everything,
Experiences are private once more,
Sharing becomes hard work,
Terrors and nightmares rule the dark,
Loneliness is a natural state,
Is simply harder than with,
Is sadder than with,
Is a struggle worthy only of the word