Poem 37

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Leaking

The cracks are getting wider
The anger flows out.
Still, everyone is blind to it.
Cause I'm good at keeping a straight face.
Even then I still have symptoms.
My hands and teeth clench,
I get tense,
I shake a little,
I bite my tongue.
But still I learned to hide it all well.
Either way I can't stop the cracks from getting bigger.
I can't keep the lid from popping off.
I can't keep all the emotion in for much longer.
No one can.
But I don't want anyone to worry.
I don't want anyone to get hurt.
So if I disappear for a bit
You know why.

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