Dear psyche,

I don't want any of it

I hate me for being that way

But I must conceal my emotions

I don't want to put a burden to anybody

I have to hide and pretend like nothing's wrong

Last night I had a conversation with my sister

That's when she asked me.

What's wrong?

I want to tell her everything

My mind was out of control

I told her about it

But I didn't tell her that I'm in pain, too

I hit the send button saying that I was crying...

She responded and said

Don't let 'em know that you're weak

Stop crying

Then I swallowed the lump into my throat and forced myself to wear this mask again to hide... me