Maybe, I

Am learning to live with

Arrows lodged in my throat.

Avoiding you, my gaping wound,

So things won't hurt so much.

I'll pretend that there

Is nothing wrong,

Until I've convinced even myself

That I'm alright.

No more dancing in the rain

To indulge the pain I'm in.

I won't speak a word

Of how badly I have suffered

Through all these years.

Not one more tear will leave these eyes,

Until the day,

I'm really fine.