When a person tries to heal from a past wound…
She travels. Hermits. Keeps silent. Smile. Goes out. Meets friends. Laughs. Packs her emotions in a zip lock bag
But in her head.. Lines play on repeat.
Let’s hope I’m fine after I break my heart.
I’ll still smile
Like I’m allergic to tears
I’ll break the spell in style
There’s no way you can wonder why
People won’t notice
“I’ll be okay” even that will be rehearsed 10x.