Me dead

They say I’m strong, they see me smile,

“A beacon of grace,” they say for a while.

They nod, they cheer, “You’re doing so well,”

But inside, I’m trapped in a private hell.

The world keeps spinning, I play my part,

They see the mask I’ve carefully drawn,

A veil of strength to greet the dawn.

But behind the facade, the truth resides,

A storm of sorrow isn"t it great.

The nights are quiet, my tears run free,

I speak to shadows when no ones see.

Your name’s a whisper I cannot say,

A weight I carry every day.

I wish they knew, I wish they"d see,

This pain that’s quietly killing me.

But to share my truth feels far too stark,

So I wear my mask and stay in the dark.

Strong, they call me, but they not know or see me.,

One day, the mask will fade,

And I"ll never find peace in the life that they remade.