The Kind Of Feelings Underneath

I want to cry, I am crying.

I want to cry to someone yet there’s no one that understands.

I try to do something nice and get yelled at, it doesn’t make it easy that there’s something I’m hiding.

I laughed at my reflection in mirror, my rosy cheeks stained with hideous marks of what used to reside there. I haven’t cried like this in so long and it hurts.

I sat there at the ground of my bathroom sink and buried my head into my arms. The only way I can express my pain is through here... a place where no one knows me but can understand that feeling underneath.