The Things We Left Unsaid

the eyes that never see

I wear a mask wherever I go, 
A shield to hide what others don’t know. 
Behind the smile, behind the cheer, 
Lies a sorrow that’s never near.

In the crowd, I stand alone, 
Invisible pain, a silent moan. 
They see the facade, never the ache, 
The quiet tears that I forsake.

Each day I hide behind this face, 
Pretending all is in its place. 
Their eyes see joy, they see delight, 
But never glimpse the endless night.

Loneliness wraps its cold embrace, 
In every empty, hollow space. 
The suffering that I conceal, 
Is a wound no one can feel.

In their eyes, I’m lost, unseen, 
A shadow drifting through the scene. 
Alone I bear this silent strain, 
A hidden heartache, a constant pain.