Nonchalant

Never show outward emotion, not to them, and certainly not to yourself. Cause if you do, they’ll snap the neck of the bluebird that still chirps in your ribcage at 3 A.M. the only time of the day it's okay to ease up and express. Hide your cracks and conceal your pain, All the while, you’ll keep the strain. Lock away each tear and sigh, Avoid the mirror, don’t let them pry. Never let them see you frail; They’ll shoot out the bluebird and pluck out whatever feathers remain of the nightingale.