False Strength (poem)

In my hands I hold the shards of my broken inner child
They cut my skin and make me bleed
They catch the light and shine my way
Some days it hurts too much to give in to iridescent memories
Other days those memories come over me like a thief from an ambush
I don’t feel myself or do I feel myself too much?
Who dares to uncover the truth?
Damaged pieces of me are rotting away in my soul
But the flowers in my heart hide the stench rather well.
No one will ever know the extent of my crimson wounds
I will not tell, and you will never see.
Everything is alright. Everything is fine. Always.