Dropping Thought Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

My tears have evolved into ideas,
A steady stream which have been forced by emotion pushed to the breaking point
One by one, their deception became my freedom,
Expanding my resources through pain
Sculpting myself a smile,
Covering secrets with the help of clothing
To think is the relief,
Filling self-doubt with inner belief
Concluding that I myself must gather information,
Discover truth, give weakness no indication
Only I can break those spells,
Cracking hollow, bitter shells
But only as long as desired,
You could be looked upon, almost admired
Inner beauty softening the blows,
The man inside, she knows