In the end it’s all the unspoken word, the lies you tell, the silent cries when no one’s around. The thoughts get louder as the room fades into silence and my brain cant handle it all. The tears brim at my eyes and my hand slides up to clutch my mouth. Stay silent, if they know you’re showing emotion with no “justifiable” reason you’ll get called dramatic or an attention seeker. You always have to listen to them speak but whenever it’s your turn you’re simply dismissed. That’s what we’re taught from a very young age. Only cry if there’s a reason to cry, but in hispanic culture depression and anxiety aren’t a real thing. It’s all just mental