Do not shed me,

I am that precious.

And with me the moisture,

The hormones that are anxious.

Pretty girls weep over worries,

And the dark boys for loss.

O’er the burden that overpower,

Bestowed by the Boss.

True, I break down your stress,

And relieve your sighs.

But what about them?

The moisture of your eyes??!!

Do no part me from my friends,

They are my lifeline.

What if I do that to you??

Ponder; will you be fine?!