Behind the quiet mask I wear, I grieve,
A smile stitched tight where sorrow used to stay.
I gave you up — and still, I can't believe.
The world sees peace, but I can’t quite achieve
That gentle lie I whisper every day.
Behind the quiet mask I wear, I grieve.
They say it was a choice — a way to leave
You safe and loved — but why does love betray?
I gave you up — and still, I can't believe.
Your name, your scent, the soft thread of your sleeve —
All haunt the nights I silently replay.
Behind the quiet mask I wear, I grieve.
I hand out joy that I can’t quite receive,
A hollow gift wrapped up in soft decay.
I gave you up — and still, I can't believe.
A part of me I never will retrieve —
Yet hope pretends I’m fine in its own way.
Behind the quiet mask I wear, I grieve.
I gave you up — and still, I can't believe.
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The repetition really shows the way grief lingers behind even the strongest mask. 💔