Facade

The unending facade merged upon yourself,

A smile that bleeds red,

Not even the rain can wash away.

Standing alone, the winds carry your tears,

Staining the skies with your despair.

A sorrowful smile,

The visible pain hiding within your eyes.

The monochromatic feeling of life,

Tearing you apart.

Yet, not even a tear in your eye,

A twitch on your smile.

Not a crack in the facade,

Yet, you stand firm,

A silent testament to resilience in anguish.

Though, why hide your grief, your misery?

Are we not to walk a path of thorns,

Can we not show our weakness, our imperfections,

To one another?

Tis not us that binds you. Tis thy self.

That feeling, as though all will be judged,

That feeling that you would be pushed down,

You've forgotten.

In the realm where every deed is weighed,

Amid the storm of feelings laid bare,

Tis not frailty—tis power unfurled.

A power that lies in the courage to show,

To embrace the full spectrum of emotion's glow.

Unafraid, unmasked,

Standing strong in the tempest of vulnerability,

Where true strength is not in hiding but in the revealing.