I know everything I want to say 

but I don’t know how to say it. 

I’m not even sure if you would listen.

As for your sympathy, I probably don’t deserve it. 

I won’t break.

I won’t text, I won’t call, I’ll just pretend you don’t exist. 

When I saw you this morning, I made an extra effort to look happy. I was trying too hard like I did to meet your expectations when we dated - thank God something finally clicked. 

A realization rendered your opinion utterly useless; 

the burning thought that I no longer have to act 

in the hours that I am not on stage, 

the reminder that I never owed you a thing, 

and constant consciousness to focus only on me.