Isn't it funny how As the nights get darker And the hours blend together She tries and hold back the tears Even though no one's there. Blinking them back Feeling them behind her eyes Threatening to overwhelm They well up, just about to fall The only sign of her despair Quiet sobs, scared of being heard There's no witness to her breakdown Morning comes around, her makeup's streaked Wakes up wishing she hadn't Just another day of holding back Yeah. Another poem. Just came up with it. I know it kinda sucks.