I feel the dreaded moistness collecting behind my eyelids Waiting to explode into a frightful river, Like the explosion of a dam. I am terrified of what I will become, If I let my pain show through. A weakling,a lost child sobbing for her mother. The knowledge of what will happen If my emotions are seen is painfully clear. They will use it to hurt, To put me under their control. Only this thought keeps me from ruin. It makes me harden and Become wary of trusting or loving anyone or anything. I squeeze my eyes shut as tight as a tomb. Still a single taer appears, Streaking down my face. Cutting a path that's imprinted on my soul. As i watch it fall to the floor I see it mirror my inner anguish At what I have just become. A helpless,scared little girl Sobbing for her mother.
Reason for writing:
I have a hard time crying or showing my emotions to anyone
because I feel it makes me weak.I wrote this one for my
best friend K.D.McEntire to help explain to her why I am how
I am.
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