You’ve made me an insomniac.
Your exposure lingers on my mind. Your words conjure the wind. The smile that turns cruel men kind.
I remain static, awake, disturbed. Listening to the beating of my heart. Shackling it with logic, binding it with sanity.
Looking for an exit.
But I am of two minds. Torn between disaster and humiliation. As I yearn, it yearns – trying to be heard.
Imprisonment is my best bet, burying it under my ego. It infuriates me. I was so proud, so strong, so careful.
Yet my control wanes and I worry that it will show through my mask.
One made paper thin for a temporary solution.