30 Minutes

Sat, 08/16/2014 - 18:25 -- memilym

Thirty minutes.
Things are going okay so far.
They're not great, but you haven't had a meltdown.

Twenty-five minutes.
And everything comes crashing down.
Here come the tears.

Twenty minutes.
You're face-down on the bed,
Shoulders shaking hard.

Fifteen minutes.
Get up.
Pull it together and wipe your eyes.

Ten minutes.
Splash some water on your face.
Put on makeup so you look pretty.

Five minutes.
This is acceptable.
You look okay.

Time's Up.
You've done it.
Your friends have no idea what you just endured.

You're fine...
At least that's what everyone thinks.
They don't need to know the truth.

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