inside [-] outside

I don’t tell her

don’t tell her how easy it is for me to burst

how little effort to make me cry

don’t make a fuss, you’re not a child_ control yourself for heaven sake!

not wanting to make a fuss_ but instead causing tension, frictions

I don’t tell her

don’t want her to know how many stab wounds there actually are

it’s hard to talk to fragile, it bleeds

but rocks don’t bleed, I once heard / maybe that’s true, but fingers drip in red

maybe it’s paint stained with pain

so I don’t tell her

I leave it inside, as it spills outside anyway