Pressure

Everyday it’s all the same.
Concealing my rage and pain.
Still you would just turn away.
It’s just another hopeless day.

They’ll take a few steps closer,
then remember their composure.
They don’t want their rep shredded,
they just couldn’t fucking bear it.
Trying to avoid his eyes,
shamed by his surprise.
Unable to explain,
so they leave him.
Broken. Slain.