Excerpts from an old diary

These Feelings!

You let 'em come to surface,
They make you weaker.
Then bury in the hands your face,
You're an attention seaker.

Let the tears not fall,
All say you're heartless.
Once if you let go of them,
Say your tears are senseless.

Never to speak those real words,
Crying behind a closed door.
No one needs to know you so well,
Just so they'll hurt you more.