I wish I had waterproof eyes
so I could try and let you close enough
to try and heal my pain,
but these days, it only takes seconds to cry,
and something always holds me back,
afraid I won't be able to stop the tears
that are slowly running down my face.
What if I cry when the story is told
and return to my comatose silence,
and secretes too embarrassing to tell
sneak out of my eyes?
It is within these quiet moments
when fear and panic grow inside of me,
but what if it starts to show,
and I can't stop my silent tears from falling?
