How does one begin to explain,
Something even I cannot comprehend,
There is now rational,
No rhyme nor reason,
Only the seeking of justification,
Validation after the event,
Because there is no manual,
No set of predefined instructions,
Nor warning in advance of impending self obliteration,
Like a twig snapping underfoot,
Or a switch sending a room into darkness,
It is spontaneous, automatic,
This all consuming and suffocating veil,
Rips away my masked smile,
Presenting my audience a darker side of me.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
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Too many look for answers to a question that cannot be explained.
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If you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about, then I’ve been there. Guilt and repercussions abound.
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Alas I think it is becoming more recognisably common the more we allow others to open up and discuss it.
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