the sum of it all
here i lay
pencil in hand
staring at a problem that
isn't even
isn't pefect
itsn't - ugh!
i can't today
though the sun shines
and the cool breeze slips in the window
a seething hot tear rolls down my face
burning a path to my ear
where the silence is too loud
but i don't wipe it away
won't dry them
as they quietly pour off my cheek
onto the flowry blanket beneath
its one problem too many
one secret too big
i can only hold so much before the walls begin to
break
and
crack
then
fall
down
but i won't let them get there
i patch them up
every day
and at night
they crumble, they break
and by morning
fresh barriers appear
keeping all inside as safe as sound
maybe it was just one problem
that didn't add up
or i didn't calculate the answer correctly
but either way
two things i know
is that math is always right
and tears burn down old barriers
you don't need.