To you, Sorrow.

I can contain any amount of you, Sorrow,
give me ground to rest my loaded heart,
a hand to pat my persevering mind,
a lap to hide my sulking face.
As my own, or someone else's,
you manage to cut across my heart;
I know you are there for all of us
and never for me alone;
I know I value you more than I should
while others smile and ignore you.
Were knowledge ever strong enough
to suppress the innate human nature,
I would undoubtedly be like the others.
So let me value you more than others do
for i can contain any amount of you,
but give me ground to rest my loaded heart,
a hand to pat my persevering mind,

a lap to hide my sulking face.