I'm not sure why
I thought of this rhyme
But in all fairness we must really learn
Again, how to cry

Some days it's just too much
We feel like a car trying to shift without a clutch
Sometimes even writing doesn't help me much

So if I'm in a deep enough rut
I'll not be ashamed, at least not much
To let my tears hit the pillow as my eyes redden and crust
And just spill my pent up feelings out into the open air, in front of no one