The Words…



I Laugh, I Smile

I Joke, there is Play

But beneath it all..

.. is sadness.


Daring not to show itself,

for fear of sympathy

or the release of madness.


Often wishes for death will come,

Days of anger, moments of tears,

Never once able to voice

any or even some of my fears.


Why do I feel this way?

How can I smile to the world

And yet not be brave enough.. stay?


The nights are endlessly sleepless,

Days are painfully long…


The sadness sits with me.

Like an old uncomfortable friend,

awkward conversation,

the direction of which is difficult to bend.


So I laugh,I smile, I joke and play.

I keep it to myself, what is there really to say?