anger is my sad

Don’t

Don’t touch me.

Don’t touch my hand, don’t touch my hair

Most importantly, don’t touch my heart

Don’t you see?

You’ll break me

You see these hard words and stony faces

But you don’t see

After

A tear slips out from the cover of night

And rolls down my cheek

As I listen to your disappointment

Of me.

But I wipe it away.

And make anger, to stop. 

Stop crying!

Stop!

It will only make you weaker.

You look at me with pity

Pity. 

But don’t you see?

It’s your words that break me.

But I’ve added more barriers now, more layers.

Next time,

I won’t cry.

I won’t.