I may be composed
I may look like I’m doing well
I may go on with my daily life
I may laugh at jokes
I may smile when I’m around people
I may seem like everything is alright.
Things may not be what they seem
Lingering within is the phantom ache
I may not be breaking down
I may not be an emotional mess
I may not have my life on pause
I may not cry all the time
I may not have a frown upon my face.
I may seem like everything is alright
Things may not be what they seem
Lingering within is the phantom ache
*Written after the recent death of my father.