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.