To Cry Alone

All by myself. Really that's the only way for me to be able to cry, all alone. Most of the time I sit upon the pink and black bedspread of mine and use my hands as a personal face shield. The shield keeps away the world of both hurt and reality. They hide me from what I fear. Most of the time I don't fear yet there is that time that I feel is a silent creeper on my life taking away my pleasant disposition and replacing it with an angry, sad and miserable young person.

How? A common asked question by both me and many others. I don't know. Eyes creeping their way across a room to spot me with tears dripping out of my eyes, in soft silent sobs. It's something that causes me stress that is unfair. I to love to know what am happening around me and yet I don't feel that it's okay to cry with my whole heart in front of people. Yes I do let tears fall, but alone is where they resign in comfort.

Am I making any such since to you? I hope I am yet some are not sure of what I mean. Most of the time they are not sure and I hope that if reading this you might just maybe understand.

So how was that my readers hopefully both new and old? Tell the truth I'm a big girl.