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I’m one day closer to
Having to return to my life
I’ll have to look up from my Words
And engage with the world
I’m not ready to pretend again
I’m not ready to keep my face animated
I’m not ready for them to wonder at my silence
I want to remain here
I want to stay in this
I want to smile because it feels right
And when it hurts too much
I want to cry
And when I feel nothing at all
I want to show nothing at all
I don’t want to wear the masks
That come with the job
I don’t want to have to adapt
I’m not ready to face the masses
I’m not ready to put my Words down
I’m not ready for tomorrow
All I want is now . . .