You know that feeling a lump in your throat, don't let them see me cry. You know that feeling, your eyes beginning to burn as your eyelashes stick together. You try to smile but it's too late. Your eyes are red and you're looking more like you're going to burst in a second. And then you hide and the tears flow like wine out of a french man's bottle. You don't wail but shudder as your shoulders compress and your neck muscles strain. You put your hand up to your head but it's no use, it already aches. Then, your lip starts to quivering and soon the more you think about it the more the tear people mass produce their finest tears. And after the tears, there's the fear of going back out there. And then they dry; sticky against your face. You give that last long breath that seems to catch. And then your eyes glisten as you open the door back up and face them. You know the feeling.