Open your eyes, big and wide
Look closely and you will find..
That my smile is not genuine
Within every pore holds another deadly
Thought
Feeling
Memory
My eyes do not twinkle with happiness
But with anger and resentment
Loneliness and despair
Lie your hand across my chest and you shall feel nothing
Nothing but the rare occasional thump of hope
Listen carefully to the answer of your unasked question
"Why are you unhappy"
Honestly, I do not know.
YOU ARE READING
Behind Closed Doors
PoetryPeople only see what you allow them to see. Do you ever invite them to see what you keep locked away in your basement?
