Poetry Book

Everyday

Everyday people look and see me

Everyday at least one new person crosses my path

And yet no one sees the pain inside

They see a forced smile and assume that I'm ok, but if they took a moment to actually look for more then a second, they would see that it doesn't last long, the small amounts of happiness are consumed by the sorrow in my eyes, always the eyes, where the tears fall from, where the pain resides, I've tried to reach out, I've tried everything people say, it always blows up in my face, hope crumples, happiness and joy end and each time more walls go up, walls the shield you, protect you from felling this pain, but somehow there is always a crack in m the wall the sorrow slithers through, so instead of walls, this time it's a different strategy, what would happen if i turned it all off, all emotions, no happiness or hope to come crashing down and pain no sorrow, maybe if I just isolate my self, then it'll all be ok, because I don't see it ending any other way, then me falling down, but why should I take everyone down with me... Yes there are the ones i care about, but won't i be protecting them.....or am I just finally losing my mind after the mental torched of night after night, fear after fear, knife after knife, and scream and scream..