Sad

Sadness takes different shapes for different people. I tend to bury my own. People are surprised how little I show of it. I hide it keeping it for myself. I turn it over in my mind questioning my inability to reveal it. Perhaps I wonder I am selfish with it wanting to suffer alone. Wanting to feel the full brunt of it not wanting anyone to take away my burden. I take no pleasure in sadness. It doesn't follow me because it is in me. I swallow it whole. Eventually I will digest it and I will be done with it.