I live on the verge of tears

Swallowing my fears.

They make a knot in my stomach.

My heart sits on it.

No one sees the pain in my eyes.

If they did, they'd be surprised.

How did I get so good at this role?

Maybe I should take a poll.

I've forgotten how to be happy,

Just know to "Do it now, and make it snappy."

John Prine knows how I feel.

Does that make it real?