Maybe I Cry

Maybe yes, maybe no. Maybe I don’t want to show, what I feel, deep inside. My mind a lie, my lies a cry. If you could see me, really hear me, then you’d hear a different song than the one I sing. My life is a cry for deliverance, from the doubts that fog my mind, block my view of the light I seek. My lie is a request for swift relief; a thin blade to slice my cursed emotions to ribbons. The blood would spill, refresh my conscience. I would be free! I almost feel the icy veins pulsing within me. The glimmer calls me, I think I’ll try. Every day, I think of a line. I jot it down, save. It’s mine! Later, the pages I pour into are stained with my black mask, used to hide. I’m so confused, I crumple my heart. I throw the paper to the end; ignore the blood flying as it soars. I sigh as I revert to my glimmer… I think I’ll try. The only thing no one understands…
Maybe I cry.