Drag my fingers through my hair,

and try to normalise my inner self,

it is useless, I feel it, the hysteria,

bubbling up from deep down.


Breathe deeply, in and out,

I try to regulate my thoughts,

it's no good, I know it's over,

I can't hold it back any more.


Grasp and clutch at my eyes, my face.

I try to hide from prying spies, duplicitous,

before the flow, the tears run freely,

my inner pain flows through my eyes.


You can see, you can stare, all you like.

You know you caused this, my pain.

I wonder, if you even feel guilt,

for my salty weakness stream.


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