Grief, is a terrible thing
that pains the soul
Everyone has felt it as some point in there lives

But not everyone's cry is heard
Those who keep a strong face
Eyes dry of tears
Mouth silent of wails
Those who truly care
But do not know how to handle such darkness
and the storm that is said to bash the little bird

They have been told to be strong all their lives
As they were beaten
As they were dodging from objects aimed at them

Crying will just make it worse
All you have to do is just shut your mouth
and not make a sound
and you will only get one bruise
instead of two

And now their at the funeral
where their grandma's coffin is
Now their dad is beating them
to make them shed a tear

But after all they've been through
After building up the walls
And making all those masks
of being a perfect, straight, cis,
positive, sunshine girl
that their parents expect them to be
how could they destroy all their hard work?
Their art work of masks?
Of their walls?
Of all those shields they made?

They only cry when it is dark
and the whole world is silent
That is the only time that the gates are unlocked
And all they ask...is a crumb-of understanding