What's holding me back from hugging you?
What's preventing me from speaking?
What's preventing me from crying?
My pride does not allow it.
I don't want to seem weak.
I want your love, and everything in me is telling me to hug back, but my pride sneaks up behind me, strangling my emotions and leaving me empty.
I'm weak
I'm fragile
And the stone of my face just won't crack.
It stays there
Smothering me
