Complimentary Suffering

by Anson Pope

You hold it together so well
     so well
She means it as a compliment

That is the front I show
The face I do not hide

And yet this body holds more pain than you know
     more pain
     than You know

There is such turmoil I conceal
Burden I allow myself to suffer through

Some would say that I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
That is light in comparison

Instead my body is more like a sponge
Soaking up
     all the hurt the world has to dish
And still I go along
     go along
     day in
     day out

I hold it together so well
     so well

It's meant to be a compliment