No Tears.

This piercing sting I call it my friend. A weeping song I sing. Slippery hands I lend. Pushing and crying. I refuse to give up. Inside I am dying. Outside I am tough No results and no praise. only myself to control. My confusing maze. An impossible goal. No tears are allowed until tucked tight into bed. No reason to be proud only harsh critiques in my head. Smile and love no one can see A protective glove unwanted debris I fear myself and what my mind thinks tiptoeing in stealth away I do shrink quick walk away and never come back un-mold from the clay avoid the attack. Please let me fly weightless and pure up into the sky at last safe and secure.