If I cry in public
Will you believe me then?
Is the onus on me to display my vulnerability ?
Must I wear it like a badge ?
If I make myself small and weak am I then deserving of care ?
Is it the rough skin on my palms?
Is it hard to believe that words of pain are truthful from a mouth that speaks them with such assurance ?
I practice them you know
I don’t sing songs I’ve just written for fear that my crying will crush them
and I’ll never get them out
You have to pull yourself together
Or you would fall apart in front of their eyes
It is learned poise, a pretend
Strength as an artifice I made
That now I cannot end