Trying to be strong,
trying to hold it together.
I'm trying to tape this opened throng,
and piece it back forever.
I'm smiling on the surface,
not to the core.
I'm not quite at the base,
but somewhere just before.
I'm holding back the tears,
for will you think me weak?
Capturing all my fears;
their terrifying streak.
I'm putting on a facade,
and plastering this grin.
I'm holding it together for your aid,
but the despair seems to win.
I'm trying to catch a break,
and trying to win this fight.
Hiding this ache;
I'm keeping the sadness out of sight.
I don't know what to do,
I don't know how to help.
I'm hiding emotions at a few,
and trying not to wilt.
I'm lying through my teeth,
and waxing over my features.
I'm hiding what's beneath;
covering all my failures.
I'm not depressed,
I'm just sad....
Stop giving me your best,
when I know how it's bad.
Stop watching me;
following me with your gaze.
I'm asking you this plea;
I'm not in a haze.
I'm aware;
I'm awake;
yes, I'm scared,
but It's nothing I can't take....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem