Her eyes tell a story no one could know
Yet, her smile decieves all who dare try
She dances and sings till days end
The moment she finds herself alone she lets the charade fade
The house, empty, the doors, locked,
And the curtains, drawn
She perches herself on the edge of her bed
And loses all hope of composure
Tears begn to roll down her face
She recalls the pains she's eluded for so long
These memories run wild
As she conjures the hurt she's hidden from the world
As time passes she lays down
Macara staining the pillow beneath her
She falls asleep,
Face still drenched from her tears
She wakes the next morning
Recalling what had happned the night before
She knows she mest regain the persona she carried the day before
No one can see the hurt inside
She prepares for the day at hand
As she represses what had surfaced last night
Opening the door, a smile on her face
She appears happy and carefree to the world
But she knows the pain is lost only temporarily
It will return in time, stronger, and more vicious
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem