Shameless

So many weep from pleasure or from pain and raise their invocations to the sky. I watch them from the corner of my eye. Their exhibitions I would likely feign to match expression shown when masses cry. My eyes, instead, might blur. I gasp or sigh, and sometimes I despond when under strain. But rarely am I vassal to the guilt that others I’ve observed are prone to claim. Of slower-melting metal I was built. By keeping cool, I suffer less from shame than those who feel too much. They often wilt. A gift or curse? I rarely feel to blame. For Frank Herrera's WHAT MIGHT THEY FIND THERE (I've noticed I do not suffer so much from feelings of guilt as some of my friends do. I think it has to do with basic personality types)