7 am in the morning

7am.

You rub tired eyes roughly.

You thought that the night's slumber would hide the fact

that you have been crying yourself to sleep

every single night.

But it didn't.

You want so bad to stay in bed,

to hide in your room,

and conceal your disheveled hair

or your puffy red eyes

or your tear stained cheeks.

But you can't.

You have to get up and get ready.

You have to pile on the concealer.

You have to plaster a smile across your face.

You have to overcompensate for the fact

that all the overwhelming emotions from 11 pm last night

still haunt you at 7 am in the morning.