Do you ever worry...

Do you ever worry about the fact that you aren't more worried about things? Something tragic hits your life and as you look around you see people upset and crying - you, however, are not. You sit there sullen and sad, yet no tears come. No heartache fills you. No grief overtakes you.

That's me. The one who doesn't seem to feel...the one who doesn't act like she cares. I DO care...but I don't know how to show that part of me. I've spent too much time hiding it...too much energy burying it. Pushing it down and stomping it into a tight little wad to be ignored.


I figure the day will come when it can no longer be tamped down. It will reach a bursting capacity and what will happen then? Will I explode and divide into dozens of broken pieces? Will I be strong enough to jump over the hurdle of emotion that will one day drown me?