I cry for myself;
for what I should be,
for what I don't have,
for what I don't appreciate.
I cry alone in the dark and refuse to share my sadness.
And yet I know that I have much,
that I am lucky, blessed and fortunate.
I know that my problems and issues
are actually small in comparison to many others.
And I know that some of my disappointment and sadness could possibly be helped if I would open up.
But I prefer to cry in the dark.