Emotional Escapade
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If Iswallow my words
I cannot lie.
If I hold back my tears
I cannot cry.
I will not let go
Of these emotions I hold,
But the weight on my shoulders
Continues to grow.
So they slip through my fingers,
And into the ground.
Buried and hidden,
Hoping not to be found.
But I dig them up
With a shovel and pail,
And arrange them on paper
Into a tale.
So that someone may see
That I am human,
And that I care about life
Unlike Harry Truman.