You can lock your tears inside
Pretend all is right
Build a stockade of reason
defend your dignity
As for me,
I'll let it all out-
Have a good cry.
None of this leaking
Or dripping
Or miserly holding
As if tears are a commodity
to be strictly rationed
Let them run free
Squeeze every ounce
Of despair from your soul
Cry till your head hurts
And you fall asleep
Because when you awake
You might find
That the sun is shining.
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