The gravity feels different now than it did when I was ten. 
The weight of expectations I carry is heavy,&nbsp;&nbsp;
Pressing down on me and adding pounds to my shoulders,&nbsp;&nbsp;
Dragging me down with every step I take.&nbsp;&nbsp;
I’ve learned to bear it all without falling,&nbsp;&nbsp;
But when I’m alone in my room, I allow the weight to drop,&nbsp;&nbsp;
Like a thousand tears streaming down my face.&nbsp;&nbsp;
It&#39;s a relief I can hold onto only for the night,&nbsp;&nbsp;
Before I put it all back on in the morning.&nbsp;&nbsp;
Sometimes, though, the expectations become too much.&nbsp;&nbsp;
Tears don’t solve it; actions do.