It's not okay

Why won't you take off the mask of deflection? Is it fear? Is it uncertainty?
Tomorrow I will no longer be able to bear it.
I don't think I can pass it off anymore.

Speaking to thin air and shadows tires me.
Conjuring immaterial solace and warmth saps my sanity.
Darkness tugs at my waist,
Still I resist.

Perhaps I should break away from you.
Then at least I will be free.
Alone, yes.
But at least
Free.