The added spark of anger
As your eyes
Speak the words
That your mouth
Isn't given the chance to
The added flavour of salt
As your tears
Slide down your cheeks
And rest on your lips
To mix in with your tea
The added feeling of shame
As you look
Into the mirror
And see a red, shiny face
Of a girl admitting she was weak
The added shade of blue
As your tears
Soak into
That protective blue sweater
Of the one you wished was here
The added sound of silencing
As you hear
him complaining to
Someone else
Like you're not in the next room
The added second of silence
As you t-try
-like you always do-
To hold back your tears
I-in the back of your throat
The reduced state of esteeme
As you believe
You truly are a
Failure.
Because he had a bad day at work
