Confused

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by Bookwormy3

by Bookwormy3

I don't know why I feel this way

the tears go drip drip drip

I don't think I can stop this flood

The seams are fit to rip

I cry and I cry, negative words making

me cry more

The tears fall off my chin

I was huddled over a table the first time

I had a nice-sized puddle by the time

people noticed.

Don't they see that something is wrong?

Do they even care?

I had asked about computer time the

second time.

I curled up into myself with my sweatshirt

over my legs

My face in my lap; the space between my

breasts wet and sticky from tears

I am afraid of being

REJECTED.

So I put up a mean exterior.

It doesn't always work.