Knock it off or step it up.

Running to my room, and I barely shut the door before the tears start falling. One of the worst things in this world is having to look yourself in the eyes as the tears start falling, knowing you failed. Failed at keeping your tears in, failed at being strong, and failed at life. No matter how high I hold my head up, the tears just keep rolling down. The warmth on my cheeks don't feel good, they aren't a release. They show me how weak I am. So I sit in front of my mirror in my room and watch myself cry. I want to make sure I see how pathetic I look, so I don't make the mistake of letting others seeing it.