I wonder why
Your presence strike me
As somewhat -
Terrifying.
And why
Do I flee at your sight?

Am I
Running away
From reality - what I know
To be
           True?

What are you feeling
         -Now-
At this moment?
Did you really mean what you have said?

And I am starting to think
That perhaps
                 I'm losing
And maybe -
          I have already lost.

Denial has been my ally
               So far
Clinging desperately to the past.

There's nothing comforting
About knowing
             That you
                     Will not learn
What I write
             That you
                      Do not care
What I feel
              That I
                      Will stay hidden
Behind my face - still grinning
     
                  When all of a sudden I cry.