She packed them down,
and packed them hard.
Like they were cigarettes.
But you can smoke cigarettes,
And burn them to a butt.
But the feelings she had been packing down.
Came out of her like a waterfall.
that couldn’t bottled up anymore.
They were just marks down her face.
That people would Ignore.
Because she gave a piece of herself to all of them.
And they took her and left.