The less you cry.
You just learn to handle
The pain well, with time.
Hide hit, mold it or
Forget-
Whatever it takes to
Push back the tears.
The skilled carpenters
We are with our
Hammers and the nails-
Agile to thump back
Every drop with no fear
Of damaging the eyes,
Or hearts.
Nails stuck all over the
Face, a wooden mask
Always in work,
All through life.
The kid within us we
Tried to love. We abused
Him eventually.
We're our own pedos.
Adulthood really is just a
Funeral where everyone
Laughs at each other's
Progressive demise.