Pounding footsteps through
empty halls
where dreams go to die
and illusions melt
in acid promises.
Where hatred filled tears
hide under golden smiles
and broken hearts hide
behind boisterous laughter.
Every haunted fear
affirmed and
agonized yearning
pulled and snapped
like a puppet’s strings
at the hands of a master–
skilled beyond understanding.
Insecurities breathe down
the neck of the beast
that eats at the belief
in value beyond temporary
and agony filled breath
chokes the voice that continues
to say quietly
“One day I will be enough”
Bright Red Pen 