365 Days of Poetry (Part Two)

Day 92: Trapped.

Here I am. Why don't you see me? The real me...

Do I have to scream for you to hear that I'm dying inside?

I'm trapped here, inside my own head. You see my mask.

Not that I, myself, even realise I put up such a front.

To have to pretend to be strong, to smile for the world.

It feels like you don't see me, though I know you love me.

Forever faking my happiness, while inside feeling empty.

It would be nice if, just once, when I lie and say I'm great...

...If you would look me in the eyes and finally see my pain.

As real as my smile appears, trust me, it's just pretend.

If you watch, to see how long it takes, for that simple smile to fade.

Only then will you see, it was barely even there...