...And though it was blurry enough to not be able to make out even the simple shapes She stared at it the entire ride home Making observations on the way the water ran down the glass And how the glow from the light smudged into the dark This was her version of crying She has trained herself to cry in silence Scared of what others might think or say Scared that she might end up having to actually tell someone what was wrong Or that she would become any more alone than she already was She didn’t want any more pain She has had enough