Those Days

Those days

You know them

When there are groups of 3, 4, 5

And yet there you are

Alone

Hidden in plain sight

A one man show

On the inside,

There are tears

There are questions

"Why aren't I good enough?"

"What about me?"

"Why can't I be like them?"

On the outside,

Smiles

Laughs

Pretend

As if life was supposed to be one huge dollhouse

Plastic actors in a plastic world living plastic lives

As if you weren't unraveling at the very moment you comforted a friend

As if you weren't always tired

Tired of trying to be a part of that group

Tired of comforting

Tired of caring

Tired of living

"I'm just tired, don't worry"