When we hide the truth We dig our own grave Prayer is our blanket when we need to cover pain Old road breaks under newly made paves We pray for our tears to be shadowed Compelling laughter to be our protection We reek from being in isolation Driving away loved ones connection Inner affliction is the mass we bear Producing stress from confinement We hide agony to reveal our strength Forcing the call of help to be silent Not many understand to listen Though many have ears to hear A fight for a chance of survival, Is to fight a static mind to preserver —Jay white