Sometimes

Every once in a while

I just take a moment to cry

And I sit down in a quiet room

And cherish that moment in time

Just to feel as if the world stopped and that there was a pause to life

And as I’m sitting alone, I’ll hide all the knives just in case I feel the urge to die

And I’ll turn on the fan to quickly dry away my tears just in case someone walks by

I’ll keep my feelings private

I don’t want to reveal the concealed thoughts I

keep deep in the back of my mind

And If you ask with concern, I may tell a lie while my face beams with a smile

And I’ll pretend to be happy

Until the next time I take a moment to sit in a quiet room and cry