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I walk through the door
upset
hand stinging
from where I punched a wall
I walk to the bathroom
collapse
in the corner
and begin to cry
hot, silent tears
slowly fall
down cheeks
that had forgotten them
I stand up
wash my face
tears gone, pain gone
hidden behind a mask
I walk into the living room
voice rough
walk stern
face cold
I let some of my pain shine through
just to let everybody know
that I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Copyright © Adam Wheaton | Year Posted 2009
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