Your bottom lip is quivering,
As if the moment is weighing down upon it.
Hold it in, darling.
Your hands are intertwined with your tattered sleeves,
As if the more you fidget, the less you will feel.
Hold it in, darling.
Your eyes are taking on that glassy look,
The one always followed with silent tears.
Hold it in, darling.
Your voice is beginning to waver,
As your words run into each other, fumbling out of your mouth.
Hold it in, darling.
Your gaze is fixed upon an insignificant crack on the wall,
As if staring at it long enough will give everything less meaning.
Hold it in, darling.
She's telling you that there are people who care for you, that you aren't alone,
As if they could ever truly understand.
Hold it in, darling.
She's asking you how you feel, she want's you to talk about it,
As if saying how you feel would make it any better, it won't.
Hold it in, darling.
Somewhere between the onesided conversation, some sort of closure was reached,
As if you even opened up in the first place.
Hold it in, darling.
Now you're all alone in the cold, small office, getting ready to leave.
As if you had been present in the first place.
Hold it in, darling.
Don't ever let them see you cry,
Save your tears for the middle of the night,
And until then,
Hold it in, darling.
