She sits there And she's smiling And no one knows what she has locked inside her heart The breeze blows her hair away from her face And she laughs a tiny crystal laugh But no one can feel the pain that tears her to pieces inside The sun twinkles in her eyes And she joyously waves her hands when she talks Her voice chirping like the songs of sparrows But no one can see that she's crying They see her smile They hear her laugh They listen to her happy stories Of a life that has caused her so much pain No one notices her soul shriveling up And turning to dust No one notices her wasting away before their eyes No one notices she's dying
this kind of reminds me of me. no one understands so i pretend everything is fine so i dont have to listen to them tell me how stupid i am or the things i do. Sometimes i wanna burst into tears and instead a pull out a little laugh...till im alone.my pen is my friend thats where i get all my feelings out and he doesnt tell me how wrong i am he just listens. oh and everyone here at passions always has something good to say that kinda helps
Your words are written with an acute sense of feeling and pain, showing the world one side and keeping the other locked up tight. I too have lived this and through poetry have begun to open the door now and then, the more I look into my soul the more I release and set free through poetry. I hope that you are able to find the same release and comfort. This was a sincere and heart felt piece. Thank you for sharing it.
Whatever strength I add to myself becomes my greatest weakness, while whatever weakness I'll consciously endure will be replaced with a strength that is not my own. G. Finley
Glen Hope, PA USA