If only the pains of the heart could be brought 2 bare,
Not just by expressions of facial despair,
Hours spent starring at d ceiling wil all disappear.
D funny mask of happiness we shall never again wear.
If only should d heart pangs b laid bare.
Just 4d world 2b aware

All night long, d ceiling the eyes stare,
With tears almost forming a mass of glass ware.
D facial muscles stood firm
As d stream of tears harrows down.
D mouth open and close
Even though, damned emotions freely ooze.
D vocal chord seems too scared 2shake,
Afraid other emotions it might wake.
All these because d heart pains we fear 2lay bare.

What has happened 2free spirit.
Upon wch d person we knw was built?