the words don't flow easily these days,
but a trickle is better than a drought,
emotions pushed down because the outlet is blocked,
overfilled with pain, sadness, anger,
emotions that create less than they break,
cracks develop in my mind,
scars develop on my skin,
how do you do it?
or are you hiding the same cracks i am?
you certainly hide them better than i do,
at least i think you do... maybe you're thinking the same thing about me.
tomorrow might be better,
perhaps i should sleep.