It has a name — neurosis

Neurosis

Forgive me for hiding my sorrows under a veil of love

You passed your sorrows off as love and I wanted to be loved so bad I believed you

She held her self up

This is not love but merely sorrows dancing about with a mask of love

But you danced so eagerly that we all believed. in your love

But it’s weight. was slowly shifted pebble by pebble until that the bearing of your sorrows became my own