There are two types of people in this world

First those who survive only by having others to confide in

Because in the moment their burdens become too heavy to bear by themselves

Like the mother who has lost a child and has another still there

She wears her scars like battle wounds

And cries to make sure she still cares

For that sweet girl whose life is fucked up beyond belief

“It’s not fair” she tells her

“You don’t deserve this life. I could have done better.”

But what she doesn’t realize is every second her eyes become wetter

She’s killing the girl who sits in front of her chewing holes in the sleeves of her wool sweater

The girl’s tears aren’t out of sympathy

They’re out of fear

But the mother is unable to hear the silent screams

Coming from the dim eyes that no longer know cheer

On the inside the girl’s thoughts begin to race

And her heart no longer has pace

Her mother looks to her but can’t detect even a single trace of her pain

She remains silent despite everything she holds inside

This girl epitomizes the other side

Those who subsist on internalized emotions

It would be an understatement to call this devotion

That the girl sit there bearing the burdens for two

But no one's to say either one has this life easy