Don't Laugh

You feel like crying.
The end of the world,
the bottom of the pit.
Betrayed, sideswiped,
rug yanked. You want to scream,
to wail, to protest to the stars.
So why do you hold it in,
pretend you're fine,
hide your needs, your feelings,
your anguish. Why do you pretend?
Don't laugh when you need
to cry.