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.
