No one's troubled to ask,
But you're busy with your act.
Hiding under your mask
While your surroundings blacked.
Willing to complete your task,
But your insides are smacked.To find the cheerful you,
You have to search and dive.
Disappearing out of the blue
Making you barely alive.
Never giving a clue
That out of you body, it'll drive.Your purpose is to conceal
Your feelings under a veil.
Sure you're strong as steel,
Yet using the wrong scale.
It's something you can't seal
Like some forbidden tale.It's something easy to find
If in the mirror, you look.
Even working out your mind,
You'll find your piece in a book.
With a feeling to rewind,
You'll find your guidebook.Life is an open play
In which you take part.
Don't back yourself away
Thinking you're smart.
Just begin our day
With a kind and pure heart.
YOU ARE READING
Into Smithereens [c o m p l e t e]
PoesíaInto Smithereens: Informal. Fragments or splintered pieces || Featured in WP_Poetry 's reading list: Bullying || We write poems for the ones we lost. Poetry is the water to our growing souls. ••After overcoming a difficult fight, And a lot of cryi...