Disguise

I stand on the surface of water,

Bent.

For if I straighten myself, I might just sink.

My back hurts under the strain of expectation.

I am crying.

With every tear I shed, I hope to lose a morsel of my mass, and hence, afford a degree to the top.

I can see myself in the water.

I can see the blood in my veins getting diluted to tears.

I can see the warm liquid that my eyelid cradles in the guise of a smile.

I am in the guise of a smile.