It hadn't yet been two hours
And I know on the inside the words are screaming at you,
And some how I feel like
They are cutting you up
Do you mean what you say
In your laughing voice?
You act so tough,
But your smile isn't strong
Your eyes try to hide
But you're holding onto pride
And you can't see
How much
It's torn
At every seam
This family has worked on sewing back together
Though the patches are rough,
And the stitches uneven
All our work is torn to pieces
It hadn't yet been two hours
And you act so tough,
But I've seen the tears,
The trembling chin.
I feel the tension
The fabric is thinning
Threads are snapping.
I think you know what you're doing
But you're holding to tight pride.
Unbinding every thread left between you
And her.
Soon enough
The rest of us.
