I fooled them.
Tough words and careless shrugs - everyone will buy it.
I wouldn't wish those old feelings on anyone,
certainly not myself.
But they've made a home in the pit of my stomach,
to constantly make me sick
and brings tears over years upon years of hurt that go unfixed.
But they believe it doesn't matter to me.
No one knows me well enough to know better.
That in itself is what makes me sad.
My own fault, perhaps.