The tears that run down my face literally burned my skin.
I placed my hands on my cheeks, I don’t know why.
To try to sooth the icy sting, but not to catch the tears that flow.
A mournful dread.
My body shock and quivered in grief.
The life I hoped for myself, my current circumstance.
The state of being that I am in.
I grieved my present existence.
I gave my all and none of it showed up on the radar.
But I don’t know who else to be, but me.
How to be found acceptable.