Faces

They say "I don't get it."

They say "I don't understand."

"How can someone erase themself,

Silently, a perminant end?"

 

"He was always so happy" they say,

"Always willing to lend a hand".

But what no one ever sees is

The torment underneath,

Stress wound so tight it's pulling at the seems.

When one stich snaps, it all caves in.

 

We wear a face of smiles,

We wear a face of joy.

We wear a face to mask

The pain and suffering we are in.

 

They'll never really get it.

They'll never understand;

How day by day it fades to grey

Because they're not in our head.

 

(Caption: The sun struggling to break the horizon)

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