Stitches

I’m trying to keep myself stitched together
To stop me from falling apart
So society shall look upon me favourably 
A reaction of disbelief and ignorance from my father when I told him
A reaction of shock and being complimented on acting normal
A reaction of fear from my partner when my stitches begin to undo
All the emotions buried deep
I don’t know what I should do
Within a society living in ignorance to a hidden illness
It’s ruining my life and I hate it
I hate who I am
My outbursts of anger and hate
My coldness which is apathetic
The worst thing of it all is that I don’t even realise I’m doing it
I feel like I should just end it