Mistake

And then I felt my soul crumble,

The pain was worse than the shatter of my heart.

And so again, I crawl into myself,

Blocking off the entrance and exits

With a fake smile and a forced laugh

Silently shouting at myself for thinking

That even for a moment I was worth

A second of their time.

I comfort myself with the knowledge

That my screw up is forgotten in an instant

And I, yet again, fade into the background,

As someone to laugh at their jokes,

Smile at their stories,

And listen to their tales of woe.