I know
Under those bright eyes
Run rivers of mascara
Wiped out of view

I know
Behind that smile
Your muscles ache from being
Forced into the same shape

I know
After every "I'm fine"
your cry: I'm not is
Brushed off your shoulder

I know
Within every silent tear
There's a scream
not not letting itself pass your lips

I know
How hard is it
To keep those
Hidden feelings

I know
How hard it is
To tell someone
To ask for help

I know
One day, some day
I will look back on this
And I will not hide them anymore

~E.Y.