I was a child of sight and sound
Heavy with emotion, but too proud to share
Anything other than joy

Too tough for tears
Unless they came from the stories
Of loss and abandonment and fear

I was safe inside those stories
Free to feel whatever emotion
That rose to the surface

I told myself that it was not my pain
It was nobodies pain
Because it was simply a story

So cry until your head
Starts to pound.

And I would
cry and cry and cry
Until the tears felt silly

Then I would wipe my face
and pretend as if those tears
had nothing to do with reality