I am not a stone mute and
unmoved by the flow around me
I bleed in private and bind
my wounds out of sight
Weekness is unallowable
before others a show is all it is
The harshest cuts to my soul
bleed my spirit onto the ground
I stand in the wirlwind and
stand my ground in the flood
But your words and acts can
shake me to my knees
In private I stumble and
fall crying out soundlessly
Devistation grips my heart
and takes my breathe away
I am unmoved and unmovable
before man and nature
A pool of silent calm in a
storm of chaos and accusations
I evade and shift and slide
and spin without being struck by you
To all appearence I am
untouched unharmed and vigorous
Yet I bleed from every
thrust you make a profusion pours out
I colapse to the earth and
am wracked by a profound sadness
Each action a constellation
of agony rips through every nerve
A hidden pain strike to my
core and I'll never allow it to show
