Maybe I was meant to cry easily.
This was intended when I was designed,
To expose my heart for all to see.
But I had to be fixed,
The masses said I was broken
Chipped and cracked,
In need of a repair.
It was necessary if I didn’t want to fail.
Change the décor.
Better drop something inside too,
‘What’s wrong with you?’
Don’t let an emotion through!
Altering my brain to create a veneer,
More palatable to the world at large,
Than the substrate underneath.
Through chemistry and masonry
I’ve nurtured a façade
For the comfort of others.
Now I don’t know who I am
What have I done?
Only what I was told
Tried to be easy and tried to be fun
Followed the rules, towed the line.
Apparently all too well.
Another inquiry has come.
With a hint of bewilderment as to how
The damage is still there:
‘Why don’t you care?’
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