lining them up

i feel like i may be lining them up so they can fall
saying all the right things
doing all the right things
being what they need, when they need
laughing and carrying on
with all the joy of nations
covering the broken ness of it all

i feel like a good cry
might get the ache out
but i know i am wrong
the dark is too deep and strong
and you know me
and that scares me
i am so torn, so tattered and torn

and the moments pass with feeling
and it scares me all the more
i wonder, will I be the one left sprawling on the floor