Looking within me

My pillow is soaked with tears
my mascara is running
down my face
I wonder how it got this bad
How a child so happy
ends up like this
listening to fighting parents
crying children
radio blasting
so many things that go wrong.
I inhail my troubles,
my sorrow,
and exhail nothing.
If only I could let it out
I might be happy like I used to be

XXX......emogirl