Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I’m fine, when I’m anything but
This ache in my soul rips at my gut.
The world must stay out; I’ve built up a walk
My fragile lie will collapse, should it ever fall.
Loneliness consumes me, it eats away the years,
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
My skin is in fire, I burn from within
The calm on my face is an outgoing sin.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask,
And care enough to remove it, is that too much to ask?
Author:
Kritika Arora, B.Des. Sem. II, Interior Design, Unitedworld Institute of Design
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