You were always complimented to be the sun in people's lives but you feel like an eclipse
You feel the darkness silently take over you
Sadness tenderly embraces your face and touches your lips like your favorite poison
Ernest Hemingway would be proud of how you hide the sadness.
You feel it constantly behind the curtain of politeness.
You must be perfect and perfect people are not sad.
To feel is its own punishment when you do not understand the emotions.
Your pain without rationale is smelling clothes of a loved one who has past into the next life, intense and empty.
Like the rain beating against the window, you cascade down.