Masquerade

I’m like that Bree character from “Desperate housewives”-I ignore the elephant in the room even when it steps on my toes; and although it hurts I smile pretending nothing has happened.

The truth is I can not put my finger on the problem-my finger isn't big enough. I guess when there are many little problems left unattended they merge the way little streams form a big river. The water is already up to my neck getting higher by the minute-and as if I can do nothing but to wait to be choked.