Anticipation Poem by Bianca Free

Until I encounter that dreadful day
I make the plans, and wear the dress
And talk about the day I fear
As if it were a child I loved
The whole way through I wear my grace
And exile all my emptiness
Never do I shed a tear, though sometimes I stay awake
With heavy thoughts that nearly break my spirits
I celebrate with the party, and gulp down extra wine
I've done my best to convince them I'm fine
And although, inside, I'm really dying
I work around the clock to appear alive
Perhaps it's only for the best that I said yes
The future must hold fragments of happiness
The day will come, and sooner will it pass
And take with it all my distress?