Words Left Unsaid | Poetry

lost

-- There are indeed
two lives living inside
me.

One for the public,
and one late at night.

and I'm just
tired of smiling
and laughing
and bringing
happiness to people.

and i can't even bring myself
to be happy.

and I'm tired
crying,
and thinking,
and realizing,
every single night
that why
am I like
this?

I have a great family,
amazing friends,
and a home,
but why do I feel
so lonely?

and then people
ask me,
"why are you sad?"

and I answer them,
"I don't know."

and maybe that's my
problem.

I feel everything and it's
too much for me alone.

I feel different.

I don't know what to say,
I don't know what to act,
I don't know what to feel.

I'm lost.