The Mental Breakdown

All I want to do is cry

Cry a lot

Nonstop like a baby

To finally have a mental breakdown

To finally be able to pour myself out

Not to fake anymore

The happiness that truly isn't mine

Just a mask to hide what isn't fine. 

The pain, the tears

That threatens to come 

May strike me at an unlikely time

At an unlikely moment

In front of an unlikely friend

Is what I am afraid of

So should I let go?

Is a question that constantly pokes.