There is a scream that I store in my chest
In a mason jar, vacuum sealed
It ferments and it ages
From anger to rage
But I'll never let it escape

There is a sob that I hide in my stomach
In a box under a bed to forget
Sometimes it gets out
With a clamouring shout
But it's stowed away before anyone sees

There's a laugh I keep stapled to my face
A people-pleasing guideline to heed
And on the days I don't ache
It's not always fake
Cause weakness is something I don't need