Smiling on the Outside & Dying in the Inside

POEM 55: SMILING ON THE OUTSIDE & DYING IN THE INSIDE

She once was lonely and sad,

Having nobody to comfort her,

So she wore a mask that always smiled,

To hide my feelings behind a lie.

She found herself in a circle of friends;

With her mask, she felt at home

living and believing a lie 'I'm one of them'

But deep inside she still felt empty,

She felt like a grain of rice in a bag of sand

She knew there was a missing part.

Nobody could hear her cries at night,

She'd so designed her mask to hide the lies.

Nobody could see the pain and the crying

She's so designed her mask to be laughing.

Behind all the laughter

were the tears

Beneath the field of corn and wheat

were the tares

Behind all the poise and and courageous feat

were the fears.

They could see her everything

But nobody knows the real being

Dawn to dusk

Dusk to dawn

Slowly s l o w l y she was dying

hoping someone will hear her silent groaning

Dawn to dusk

Dusk to dawn

Until now she's still searching

For the missing link

Until now she's still searching

For the moment that'll erase her tears.

Until now she's still waiting

For the someone who'll wipe her tears.

But till then,

though dying in the inside she keeps on smiling.

Hiding behind this mask she's wearing.

Hoping one day she can smile from the inside out

like the rest of them

and then rest in death.

Till then, she'll be here...waiting.

Smiling on the outside

Dying in the inside.

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