A Poem (15)

Sitting in the sun,
feeling hot on the outside,
cold at the same time.
Everything on the inside
full of ice.
No spark,
only darkness.
Not feeling
the burning sensation
on my skin.
“Are you okay”
some may ask.
Nodding, smiling.
Screaming inside.

Tell me again,
I am a bad actor.

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