Life; yours, mine, and ours…

My life, much like your might be; is a colorful. Charade. One where I play a role; one that lately leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth. I’ve quit calling those that were there being supportive, because I couldn’t expect anyone else to show up if I wasn’t. That’s the truth; I quit showing up months ago.

My life that involved so many people. That involves yours, the ones I let ask me how I was doing; I lied every time I said I was okay; and where I was so caught up in my world, that asking about how you were doing was an afterthought. The truth is I couldn’t admit to myself that…