Keep It In Check

Tears mean nothing.
They spill and spill.
Choking me.
But not quite enough.

I try to hold on to my emotion.
Swallow the feeling.
Keep them down.
All to no avail.

I’m an open book.
My feelings displayed through myself.
You could read my thoughts off my face.
If you dared to.

I’m hurting here.
Too much for one person.
I can’t cope with my “life” just now.
I’m fed up of this game.