Dancing with Pain

Empty chairs, cold tea on the counter. Old words fade but I still

encounter. Ghosts of plans that never came true. They promised the

world but it fell through. I built my hope out of paper and tape.

Watched it burn while they walked away. Family smiles, but the eyes

all fake. Love with a price I can't afford to pay. Broken promises hum

in the static. Fake hearts turn cinematic. Lost myself in the noise erratic.

Now I'm quiet and that's dramatic. I don't need a crown or chain.

I've learned to dance with my pain. When the lights go out and