Woah...Had to redo this one, I went to check on this poem for reference and it was all kinds of screwed up...guess something happened...
Oh, will you please stop the constant dis-ease;
You squeeze and you tweeze as to not displease.
With everybody looking at your tears,
You're still in place with your concocted fears.
While knowing your plight is just from the fright,
You yearn to take flight from this drawn spotlight.
Oh how you want to flee from this tight space,
And scamper away to your hiding place.
Hide away your pride. Try to coincide.
Don't ever show what's inside. Just decide.