Don’t tell my mom I lost the pendant she gave me. She’s sentimental and I’m sloppy.
Don’t tell her I dropped Literature. I’m lost and I can’t take anything any further.
Maybe I should come home and stay for a few days. But then she’d notice that I’ve lost weight. Been eating too less and drinking too much — what will she think of me?
My best friend betrayed me but don’t tell my mother. I’m falling apart and her Mac and Cheese won’t make me feel better.
I should’ve listened, should’ve called, should’ve taken her advice. I should’ve put her smiles in a container, saved them for later.
For now I’ll go on and continue. One day I’ll tell everything to my mother. I’ll face the world, then I’ll face her after.
