Crying Inside

A suppression poem

I wake up in the morning light

to start a brand new day.

I try to put on a happy face

But that soon fades away

Reality hits and

Here we go again.

It’s a good thing

That crying isn’t a sin.

I don’t let them see me cry,

Oh, no that’s not me.

Instead I’m crying on the inside,

And the world simply cannot see.

Maybe it’s me being manly

My feelings kept inside.

But, no, that’s not why

My feelings I do hide.

You see, I don’t have time to fret,

Or to show my weary face.

Because tomorrow is another day

I get to run this race.

The race is one that has an end

It will be on that day.

When no more tears are cried

That simply is the way.

Until then I will cry

My tears they will hide.

Only I’ll know that I’m still crying

On the inside.

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