Tears of anxiety fall from my eyes
But I bite my tongue in time to block the dam.
To them,
The small pockets of water symbolize my weakness.
Their voices drown my head with how I should feel
Instead of open ears and open arms to my aching heart.
Loneliness has never felt so lonely around people you love;
You pour your soul into their hands,
But you get the back of their heads in return.
All I want is to cry into your arms about petty problems
And to know you will still be there for me in the morning.
But to everyone else,
Sadness and emptiness is looked down upon.
So I slumber away in the back of my head,
And hide with the rest of my bottled up emotions.