Reality


We all cry,
It's natural.
Some of us cry right when something goes wrong,
Right when we get hurt.
Others?
They bottle it up inside.
Save it for when nobody is awake to hear you.
Nobody is awake to ask you what's wrong.
Nobody's there to comfort you
Or to heal your wound.
Sometimes we bottle up our tears too long.
We try to hide it like one tries to hide a diary under their bed.
But one day it creeps up on you.
The monster under your bed comes out.
And the bottle hiding your tears just...
Shatters.
And you can't control it anymore.
We all know that bottle will break someday.
So why do we still hide our pain?
Is it so our enemies won't see us weak
Or to prove to ourselves that
We are strong?

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