There are tears. There is always tears. a fight, an expertly written poem a short story. All cause my emotions to cascade and seek to overrule.
But for only a moment is that allowed. The river is stopped. a tear or two displaying the appropriate level of sadness. Then I must stop. I mustn't show you more tears than that.
The concern's differ The questions heave the painful truth on to the tip of my tongue. But I swallow them. I will always lie. It's better this way. I'm just tired, I've a slight headache. I am only a bit upset.
Like a lot of people with mental health issues I find myself lying about my feelings as to not inconvenience anyone. Often times I become upset by things that happen in school or with my friends but I've mastered the deceitful art of stopping myself from crying and using believable excuses if I'm asked.