Allow me the grievance of being weak
and that in a week I will cry
possibly even a few days
I will let out tears for my feels
lets make that a few hours and a night of no sleep
I do know that you mean the best
but the pain of not being able to be the best
is what hurts me
I am not able to withstand that you are not happy
and that behind the facade of a happy life
I do not hear the truth to it
until you have become unhappy and frustrated
Allow me the moment to cry and let these tears out
because like you I feel
But my feels are in silent
and only I see them
and they haunt me
they steal the moments of the day from me
As they steal our moments from you.