All day long I keep my composure

Strong, witty, quiet and no closer

To saying what needs to be said-

Right now, my insides are dead

But once I am alone I am resurrected

No longer needing to be accepted

As one of the sheep, not needing to obey

And at last the facade drips away

I can frown without question

Simply allow it to be a reflection

Of my soul in this very moment

I don’t need anyone’s silly condolence

Or maybe I’ll smile

If just for a while

But it’ll be the truest grin

For in it there will be no hidden sin

Perhaps I will sing

My voice worse than a bee sting

But why would I worry?

I’ll be the only soul to hear this story

It matters not what I’ll do

Only that when I’m alone it is true

There is no mask for me to see through