Are you okay? Why of course, I'm fine.
This is my response, so much of the time.
But inside there is more, so much I don't say.
I'm just afraid to tell, I don't know why the delay.
Maybe because I always have to be, the happy optimistic one
Who listens to everyone's troubles, try to give advice but I'm
never done.
There's no time for me, I can't ask for advice from myself.
So once again my feelings are quickly hidden again on the shelf.
"Your poems are depressing!" people often say.
Well that's just because, I have no other way.
I just write out my pain, frustration, confusion, and hurt.
I keep it all hidden away, the wounds and the dirt.
This is the other me, the one that no one knows.
This is the silent me, the one that never shows.
Because it's so different from what everyone sees.
I'm not always the happy go lucky, do as you please.
I have so much to say, but unknown fear holds me back.
So I derail the issue, and get them off track,
To keep from letting anyone see the real me.
Because I don't want any pity or sympathy.
My walls are up high, it's going to take a lot to come down.
Who knows when, what or how, I just won't think about it now.
I'll just sit here in silence until someone can see
Then maybe they'll help me, and I'll be able to break free.
But for now I'm stuck in silence, with a plastered smile shining
through.
Maybe things would be different, if only you knew.
 
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