The Life of My Love
Her beauty shrouded,
Her personality hidden,
In crippling anxiety,
From which her depression is driven.
Her true self,
Only to be shown in flashes of happiness,
Small moments of laughter.
All the while,
She's so hard on herself,
Her emotions contagious,
Infecting me the more I see them.
It's ridiculous,
Emotions that are not mine,
Overwhelm me,
Her sadness drives me crazy,
And yet she suppresses them,
What is killing me,
Multiplied by a hundred,
Can only be seen,
After staring into her eyes
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