a well-ordered life

by all appearances, I live
a well-ordered life.
deadlines are met.
appointments, kept.
commitments, made.
but deep down,
in the darkest holes of me,
the places that
no one
ever
sees,
my life is chaotic,
a cacophony of clutter,
hiding me from
the things
that actually
make me.
my disordered brain
seems nice and neat
until, one day,
my truth
will surface.
that I, just like all the rest,
am equally normal
and prone to
distress.