"Get over it." I hear the words whisper

A looming shadow overcasts my curled up form that trembles

"Get over it!" I hear again

My hands shoot up and cover my ears, pleading for the voice to stop

'Please stop...' I think. 'I'm not going to'

I can feel a heavy weight settling over my entire form

It was crushing my lungs

I could hardly breathe

It wasn't getting any better

The voice scares me

It was telling me to get up, suck up all my tears, and move on

But it never realizes that it's making me like this

It was causing me this pain

"GET OVER IT!" I feel a calloused, rough hand grab my arm and yank me up off the floor

My tears fell down harder

The voice reverabated again, this time it was louder,

"WHY ARE YOU CRYING?" It sounded angry.

I slowly glance into the eyes of my father

I am quick to hide my tears and my pain