Don’t try to wipe away my tears,
I’ve been cultivating them for years,
and I’m finally strong enough to express
all the pain that I’d repressed.
And the relief I’ve finally found
falls like rain upon the ground,
and a heart withering on the vine
can at last begin to shine.
So don’t you dare attempt to try
to clear these tears from under my eyes.
I know you’re only trying to help me
by fighting a grief that you perceive.
But I’ve found the strength to show my heart,
and not only just the pretty parts.