Some of Us

You don’t want to see the things
That rest behind your eyes
You don’t want to feel their weight
So, keep telling yourself more lies

You don’t want to feel their wrath
But while you try to hide
We all suffer watching you
Act out of ego and of pride

You don’t want to know yourself
Dig deeper and pull through 
To fight to hear your spirit speak
But some of us do

-oil painting by my oldest daughter, age 15