Too often...
I have blinked back the tears
Not letting one spill
I have resisted the want
The Need
To scrape that razor blade across my soft skin
I have pushed aside
The urge
To let everything that has come into my mouth,
Come out
And spill into the cool to the touch
Porcelain toilet bowl
And what missed spray droplets
Across the marble bathroom floor
I have kept my silence
Endured Grief
Lived through suffering
And chewed the rotten underside
Of society's, scratch that
Of family's -
...Expectations
...Storybook Happily Never After
....Needs and Wants
...Disappointments
That I have no true need for
But have had it pushed upon me
