The Misery of Loneliness

Every day is a struggle
to keep this fake smile on my face.


When inside, I am always in tears;
my mind a scrambled mess like rotten eggs
stinking up my thoughts.


I come home and the first thing
I do is take off the mask,
both literally and figuratively.


I disintegrate into a puddle in my bed,
buried head in the pillow
and wish I could suffocate on my sobs.


I enjoy the misery of loneliness
better than the agony of company.

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