It is all laughter,
To you and them.
I know you mean - well,
So why does it hurt from - within?
On the outside - all seems - swell,
Knowing this abusive infliction - like sin.
No one knows us, our friends - our family, really.
On going it is - this thwarted silence
To-ing and fro-ing.
Time does not tell - how long it has been,
Or has it seen - what we have felt.
Failing to understand - listen - you will know.
Everyone has it - once.
Every few - cannot - run - from it.
Life alone - it's not fun.
Only one way out - that's ...