We are many (in this)

Cry if your eyes are willing,
Hoard not the tears;
 It burdens the heart.

Hold the line
And peg the world,
 Put not the pain at heart.

Shave the wall,
If it could relieve the mind;
Do not peel the skin.

Vomit the anger,
Hoard not its venom;
It could poison the heart.

Paint life whatever color,
Store not the paint;
 It could darken your hope.