Sharing a poem, 'Bluebird,' by my favorite Charles Bukowski. 

The poem examines the poet's internal battle to hide his vulnerable feelings. A bluebird lives in his heart, longing to be released, but his toughness and fear of revealing his true nature prevent it from escaping. 

He unsuccessfully tries to numb himself to the bird's presence with whiskey and distractions from the outside world. 

We all have a bluebird inside us. 

there's a bluebird in my heart that
 wants to get out
 but I'm too tough for him,
 I say, stay in there, I'm not going
 to let anybody see
 you.
 there's a bluebird in my heart that
 wants to get out
 but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
 cigarette smoke
 and the whores and the bartenders
 and the grocery clerks
 never know that
 he's
 in there.
 
 there's a bluebird in my heart that
 wants to get out
 but I'm too tough for him,
 I say,
 stay down, do you want to mess
 me up?
 you want to screw up the
 works?
 you want to blow my book sales in
 Europe?
 there's a bluebird in my heart that
 wants to get out
 but I'm too clever, I only let him out
 at night sometimes
 when everybody's asleep.
 I say, I know that you're there,
 so don't be
 sad.
 then I put him back,
 but he's singing a little
 in there, I haven't quite let him
 die
 and we sleep together like
 that
 with our
 secret pact
 and it's nice enough to
 make a man
 weep, but I don't
 weep, do
 you?