Walk to the bathroom stall, first slowly, then faster and faster.
Run as if the bathroom is your savior, your only friend.
Open Stall Door. Slam.
Let the hot tears fight their way out, their fire burning their mark on your face, letting you know they were there.
Letting you know they had been trapped inside of you.
Letting you know they deserved to be felt.
Let the quenched scream escape, declare itself to the world.
Declare that you deserve to be heard.
You deserve to feel.