There is sorrow deep inside of me
So deep inside
I can feel it but can not draw it out

I ache to shed a tear
But the ache is not enough
My eyes refuse to shed my hidden sorrow

There is no relief
My very soul is lost in the depth of it
My sorrow is corrupting me

How much longer must I suffer
Wishing for help in my darkness
I'm not sure how much time I have left

Hidden sorrow

constantly
corrupting
correcting
correctness
combining
comparing
contrasting
canning
catastrophe
creating cages
claustrophobia 
can't control
can't counter
can't contest
can't clean 
can't cry,
can cry
cancel culture.