Accents of many colors,

own secret weapon against the many horrors,

not a simple trait taught in lore,

sycophants revel screeching at the open door;

Snip these deepening restraints with sickly precision,

hiding behind wish-wash smiles lined in tension,

only shows even more this hearts deprivation;

Don't clutch frightful in high regards,

whatever needs to spill out – let it depart;

Nothing wrong with having a meaningful shatter,

nothing worth time can't scatter;

When you've grown custom to the missing pieces,

strung all that was left together with limp stitches;

Who's ever been emotionally battered,

and say they've come out singing spells of laughter?

Some parts are never heard of again,

oh.... ghostly violin,

lay me down in chords of tear-jerking,

then, play me something.... gut-wrenching!