At the Heart

Like a wound exposed
I feel
The mask of life
I hold
On the edge of a cliff
I teeter
Between two extremes
I balance
With measured precision
I speak
With nervous laughter
I hide
With small talk
I avoid
The deep questions
I wish
You knew to ask

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