Leaders Don't Cry

I feel the eyes upon me,

burning into my soul.

Pressure surrounds me,

pushing and prodding,

never stopping it's constant stare.


You all look up to me.

I am the leader now.

You blame me when I fail,

but you do not know me.

To be observed,

observed as if you were a beast.

Watched, watched all the time.

Your every movement evaluated,

every word noted...


To be alone,

To have no consolations, no comfort.

No, this is not allowed.

I am the fearless leader.


Courageous and brave,

valliant, heroic and bold.

This is the sterotype.

This is what a leader must be.

A leader cannot have pity.

No, he must remain in isolation.

One who has not experienced the burden that I carry,

cannot understand the constant need for love.

For caring.

For adoration.


Curled up,

somewhere in a corner of my mind,

a voice screams to be let out.

My greatest passions,

lusts,

desires.

All together, trapped by the responsibility.

Trapped in a bottle,

pounding,

desperate to get out.


I look up into the night sky,

I let out a silent scream.

Why must my emotions be concealed?

The answer is evident.

I am the leader.

And leaders don't cry.