Cry alone but when in company, keep a poker face.
Smile and wave all while keeping up the charade for most of the day.
But when I'm alone I cry and I pray.
I pray to the higher powers to give me strength and guidance to help this sorrow go away.
Pain and pride are two hard pills to swallow, some days my intuition know a truth that my heart just won't follow.
I'm terrible with expressing myself so the words get all caught up.
It's on the tip of my tongue but maybe I’ll sound stupid so I just shut up.
One of these days I’ll find the voice I know I need, but until then I’ll keep writing it out because on paper my mind is free.