The weight I carry

How do you know 

if someone is alright?

Do you ask them? 

or let their actions 

speak for them?

You can't always know.

Some choose to talk, 

some, to hide.

In some, their eyes tell 

all you need to know.

What do my eyes say?

Do they show the chaos, 

the trouble in my soul?

My eyes, windows

I shut closed.

Maybe because I am skilled 

at shutting people out.

I don't have many to talk to.

I wonder about that.

Oh, well, I know.

I over- analyze, 

second-guess, 

doubt.

It's easier to bottle it up.

No one gets let down.

But things pile up.

You break down.

You pull your hair. 

You curl into yourself, 

trying to keep it together.

Not for you, 

but for everyone else.

What happens when it's too much?

Do you ask for help? 

or keep it to yourself?

I know my answer.

I hope you choose

something else.