Shell

I have to act calm,
I have to act like I'm fine.
If I don't,
everyone gets out of line.

My feelings don't matter,
only mother and sister,
can shed their true tears,
while I cry behind a closed door.

I can't cry,
I can't be sad,
I have to be "fine",
I have to act like I don't care.

When really I do care,
I care so much.
I want a shoulder to cry on,
instead of the other way around.

I want to cry,
I want a hug,
I want to feel,
I don't want to feel like an empty shell.