Be quiet Fold your hands just so In the pretense of calm denial
Wear the mask of propriety For others’ benefit Lest they feel uncomfortable
Be elegant In your suffering Let your tears flow in private Where there is no judgement On your state of mind
Don’t ruffle the feathers of Societal birds Whose expectations hold Such value
Keep silent at the grave Don’t speak out of turn Practice decorum But bear in mind
The composition of this Tightly wound symphony Exists only within another's control And wouldn’t you rather Be free?