We dangle our darkness in front of them
They ask lovingly about us
Yet,
All we do is nod and say it's fine
But it's not
It is hell
It is suffering
Madness threatening to burst out
Sadness poking like a bayonet
Still,
both comply
Out of respect,
Out of love,
Out of helplessness,
A foolish agreement to turn a blind eye because
What else can we do?
How cruel
How cruel
