Unable

May 9, 2010

Hot tears falling.
Saying the things I never,
Meant to let out.
Failing to hide all the pain.
And keeping from hurting the ones I love.
Unable to answer the questions.
I feared you would ask too soon.
An akward moment of crying.
You ask me,
What's the one thing,
I would change about myself.
I look at the floor.
Unable to look into your eyes.
And tell you,
The dreaded truth.
I lie.
And tell you,
A pitiful story, so as to,
Not hurt you.
You ask me,
If I'm truely happy.
The acid tears fall,
Unable to tell you no.
And admit,
That's the hardest question of all.
I lie.
And tell you,
A pitiful story so as to,
Not hurt you.
I wipe the tears,
Off my cheeks.
And leave the room.
Unable to look into your eyes.
And see what damage,
I've done this time.
Now your asleep.
And I'm crying in vain.
Unable to think of a real reason.
To feed off the lies.
I know they're not true.
I know you can tell I'm acting.
Unable to smile through the pain.

The author's comments:
I wrote this after a painful trip to the school shrink and a long late night conversation with my mom.

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