How hard it is.

I feel them welling up,
Stinging my eyes.
The tears that will have to come.
Not now,
Not in this public place,
Nor in the car in front of the kids,
But in that private place
That sanctuary.

The cause?
Embarrassment and awkwardness,
Social blunder,
In front of colleagues who have no clue,
How hard it is,
And how hard I try,
To behave as they do.
I look like them,
But don't think like them.
ASD.