The Shield

Everyday I wonder what it would be like to be happy,
to feel no unnecessary pain, and to avoid careless strains of the chains that people put upon another.
Shall I cast fear upon my brother, or sister, for that matter,
I hide behind a faceless platter.
My tears are not seen through my cultural diversity,
I dare show fear and be labeled from adversity,
My wrist are bruised from he who shall not be named,
Shall I cry and hide my tears in the rain,
Only to shield myself from the pain.
They say the sound of rain opens ones ears,
and the pitter patter of raindrops can wash away your tears,
It seems as though my tears will not fade, they simply evaporate for another day.
In the event you should find yourself lost, remember it is you whom will pay the cost, the cost of defeat, the cost of fear, and the cost of anxiety, will not shield you from careless animosity.