Truth Of Silence Poem by Alyce Crow

How can people find the strength,
To smile everyday?
How can people hear the words,
But never have a say?
How can others watch us all,
Throw our lives away?
. . .
I find myself, everyday,
Laughing to a beat.
yet the only thing smiling is,
My lying facial sheet.

If someone was to say, 'Stop Trying',
That would be cool.
So, the only thing trying is,
The me called the fool.

I see you all throughout today,
Staring at the floor.
I sense the cold inside of you,
Chilling to the core.

Oh, if only i wasn't scared.
To say whats not been said.
It's to late now my friend,
I already know your dead.