17 July, 2007

Fear of truth

My tears wait silently in the back of the room pushing and shoving

I hold them back at all cost; careful to not let them spill over

They fight me with everything I have to give, and more

Waiting for the cue they know so well; I withstand their cries.

Days turn into months as the time inches by mocking my every move

What should I do? What do I say, How do I hold it together.

I'm falling apart at the seams as my inner fluff falls out.

Sprawled across the floor I wallow in my own self-pity.

Tears have yet to touch the ground and I am skating on thin ice.

Doctors say it can't be fixed

Unable to hold the protesters any longer; they break free

Thoughts of anger, tears of pain and fear of truth consume me.