“The cure for the pain is the pain.” ~ Rumi
Why do some shy away from feelings?
Why are some so afraid to cry?
Though each life is filled with sadness
Yet when asked, some opt to lie?
I’ve been hit, took such a beating
Bruises brushed like watercolors on my sleeve
But my words of sorrow, compared to useless bleating
Now often when I speak, I’m considered naive
Told, uncomfortably, not to show my tears
For the love of God, please just let it go
I try to keep it inside, afraid of the jeers
Tucking them away so my grief won’t show
You feel too much, you always mumble
Your words are skewed and hard to hear
When pushed you always seem to stumble
You’re just too sensitive, it’s extremely clear
But…it’s who I am.