Army of Will

On my pillows wept a thousand tears
For morn, for night, for following years
In despair's embrace
In a hopeless waste
My emotions knock and tread not lightly.

Oh why do I such sorrows be?
When all the others so fail to see
The pained appearance
The seclusive adherence
The grinding of teeth and clutching of hair so tightly

Forward days against my push
Onward sorrow's deepening rush
I will it down
My permanent frown
A private war, but rightly

Through the years and echoes past
Of blackening images, of shadows cast
My mental chain mail
Determined to prevail
An army of will is mighty