It's like a switch.
I don't dare cry in public.
I don't let anyone see me cry,
And on the rare occasion I do,
Only one person is allowed to see.
One moment i'm driving my car.
Crying my eyes out.
The next moment
I have a happy face on.
I smile.
I laugh.
I let the troubles bottle up in the back of my mind.
But they don't know.
I won't let them.
I might want to,
But I physically can't.
It's like a switch.
And right now, it's turned: On.