Dañada

Today, I hurt.

My heart took a break from breaking for other people's pain,

and it broke a little for my own.

Beneath this smile I hold,

Behind the camera I flash,

Between the sarcastic jokes

and witty remarks,

I hurt.

But I won't talk to anyone about it.

Who would understand?

So I pretend to act like I'm okay.

When I know I'm not.

Even if someone wanted to listen,

I know I wouldn't let them.

My walls have been built too strong and high.

I need to find a way to get past the wounds I try to pretend are not there.