I don’t show it, though it is there.
On the inside locked away without a key.
Disguised by a smile that hides the true cry.
The ones that pass me day by day, cannot see.
They see outlying carefree appearance,
When on the inside I am decaying.
My soul barricaded by fragile pane, 
With a nudge it can tumble down.
Invisible under the skin and bones I call my own.
 Many scream at me and I rarely hear them. 
Yet the flawlessness integument that covers 
me doesn’t stop the words from seeping in.
Within the depths of my eyes few can see it if they dare to look that far.
So next time don’t judge me without knowing the real me.


I have seen the unseen.
For this door will forever be closed.
And I have now gained eternal life.
In pain of sorrow and the guilt of the past.
The memories I once held so dear, 
forsaken.
Disguised and discarded from the world.
The path of loneliness is the only option left for me.
The time I have is forever, 
endless.
I must descry a way to cleanse the torment of my past.
Then I shall be free only if it was that 
easy to forgive and forget.