I'm fine,
I'm not.
I smile and play cool,
Deep down, I'm down.
Try to look good,
Feeling empty inside.
Laugh, cry, act,
Not knowing which to show.
Go out or stay inside,
A bloodshed in a rising.
Hiding the pain,
In one of million faces.
Let the curtain drop,
The acting begin.
YOU ARE READING
The touch of a soul
PoetryJust A poetry book Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow. -A.P.J Abdul Kalam
