Breaking Point
Sometimes I'm truly happy;
once, in a great while,
you never really realized that
so much hides behind a smile.
It's hard for you to remember the things
I thought you'd never forget.
All these cries out for help
and you haven't heard one yet.
But we can take a lot of hits;
this is undeniable,
but once what was bottled up pops,
who is to be held viable?
I'm not exactly who you think I am,
sorry to disappoint.
Even the kindest people in the world
have a breaking point.
Copyright © Alex Calatayud | Year Posted 2015
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