My head hurts, it cracks ache like a bust under layers of weight. My brain is about to explode.
A wave of emotion courses through my core. No, I mustn't cry; not again, not here infront of everyone. They'll call me weak, tear me apart limb from limb. Keep that faucet closed, it isn't good to cry I've learned.
Burst of tears fall out my eyes, the dame has broken. It's ok, I cried behind closed doors,weeping in silence.
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Written Feelings
PoetryForget the rules of poetry Write your heart out We are all our own poets
