A heavy heart.

I step into my room, and sit on my chair.
My heart feels twisted. Hurt.

You come in and start screaming at me.
You bang around in my room, shouting at me about how lazy I am.
I try to block out the noises and stare at my screen.
I hold back the droplets of water that threaten to spill over to reveal my weakness.

No, I can't.

Eventually you step out and everything is peaceful again.
Then, finally.
I let them fall.
I am ashamed of the salt I taste, but I tell myself

I must be strong.