Hollow

My chest is hollow
As I walk through town
I’m expected to smile
And I do, for a bit

There is no echo
But people agree enough
I do not show pain
Too much

And I order the coffee
And they know my name
And I am there
And they do not see I’m not

I walk out of their paths
And I go with the advice
All will be fine
In time and such

I believe and trust
I am damaged
I am comfortable in damage
I cannot communicate

The people agree
They smile with jokes
They smize to me
Understanding pain seemingly

I see fakeness
I feel all so clear
I have no patience
I want to punch everyone

It’s not fair I know
It’s my thing to go through
But why
Why must it create distance