I didn’t
want
my picture
taken
because
I was
going
to cry.
I didn’t
know
why I
was going
to cry,
but I
knew
that
if anybody
spoke
to me
or looked
at me
too closely
the tears
would
fly out
of my
eyes
and the
sobs
would
fly out
of my
throat
and I’d
cry for
a week.
I could
feel
the tears
brimming
and sloshing
in me
like
water
in a glass
that
is unsteady
and too
full.Sylvia
Plath
posted May 16, 2015 at 6:31am UTC tagged with tears, shame, crying, sorrow, heartfelt, quote