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Apr 2020
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.
Written by
Eleanor  18/F/Ireland
   Bogdan Dragos
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