Panda poetry

11

I should be an actor. All this pain inside, i hide, no one can tell the difference. No one can ever fully tell how i am feeling, my eyes are like stones, never give way, never erode from emotions, always remain still and calm. Only giving away what i want them to. Shiny, emotionless, green, stones is what they are. I hide so well how i feel i could probly fool a pro. Ive fooled my mind on more than one occasion, could fool anyone, all i need is a smile even if its fake if someone sees u smiling they think nothing of what that smile may hide. The true turmoil inside. Never dig deep enough to tell the difference between a false amile and a true one.When people ask if im okay all i say is "yeah im perfectly fine, never better" and throw on that fake smile and they think"shes fine" but what no one knows is what this smile truly hides, the hatred, the agony, the pain, the absolute torture, the sorrow, all that my heart knows, my smile hides. I have fooled everyone but one, and that is my heart self the one that goes through these feelings of disappointment. Only she knows the real me. The me that cant hide no matter what because the heart knows all.