Guarding My InsanityConcealing myself behind namesconcealing myself to cover up the shameconcealing my heart afraid to get burntconcealing my tears afraid to get hurtCovering my eyes afraid to be blindedcovering my hands afraid to be guidedstanding up afraid to be seenstaying rigid I am afraid to leanMy Spine is my post guiding me straightEven though I lean so it must be to lateMy hair usually covering my faceMy hat covering my head from the sun's potent mace.There is no lace.There is no smile.There is no tears.There is no emotionI dont go in circles I am out of rotation.There is a straight lined face.There is no precious clothe