I shall not bend I shall not fold I mustn't give under the gaze of their watch. For in my eyes this is weak. however. It is okay if I fall and crack, It is okay if I break and snap. Yet these orbed windows of my soul, I mustn't let flood. I may shake and tremble, in anguish, in frustration, but this dam of my lids shall not break.
Am I really so pathetic that I can barely hold my tears? It makes me feel so weak to cry in front of others. But who am I to perceive myself from the outside.