This is My Confession – Hidden Depression

I try so hard to repress the tears and bury my feelings but sometimes in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep I pull the covers up and put the pillow over my face and let them fall.

I cry for every dream I had that was broken; the love I could never have; the fear of failure and the pressure of success; the misuse of my body brought on by my own actions; the cliched little girl who grew up too fast and the confused woman struggling to find herself afraid to pray because she feels unworthy.

Then I blow my nose, wash my face and go back to being normal.

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