I sit here and look pretty

But the tears still run

My tears are heavy with my burden.

My tears become my new comfort.

My tears aren’t even mine

My tears are beautiful

I’ll start to drown in this fabric.

This beautiful, soft fabric

That’s slowly suffocating me.

The scarf around my neck starts to feel like noose

A noose that tightens at every little moment.

A noose that others dream of even when a noose still is a noose.

My beautiful noose