Coming Undone

Short poem describing turmoil in my life.

Like a volcano about to blow,
Slowly the tears begin to flow.
Emotions that were unseen,
Slowly come to the scene.
Now is the time to pry,
Everything she does she hides.
No secrets can be kept,
So she wept.
Why must everything be so hard,
As I look down at my scars.
No easy answers come to mind.
None that she can find.