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.