Tears coursing down my cheeks,
Scrambling to dash away their presence.
Running from the room,
Trying not to let the others see.
Hearing footsteps follow,
Wishing they wouldn’t.
Why does this happen at the worst times?
Why can’t it happen in the privacy of my own home?
The heartache’s always there,
Though you try to hide it.
You try to continue you’re existence as if
You harbored no such hurt.
But every once in a while,
It will make itself known.
You will be unable to stop it.
Forcing its presence to be acknowledged,
It allows you no time to run.
No time to push it back into its corner.
Leaves you running from the room,
Dashing away all tears.
Brought on by the simplest of things.
Either it destroys your life,
Ruining all pretense to a normal one.
Or it bides its time,
Waiting till it is able to
Make you relive that terror of knowing
That everything you thought was truth,
Is, in reality, a lie.