Bright and cheerful,
confidence as well,
all on the outside,
on the inside,
there is hell,
broken heart,
tears flow,
hollow of everything,
but at least,
no one sees,
whats going on inside
or perhaps they do see...but having been in radio, I know what it's like to smile and say 'good morning Omaha, it's a beautiful day...' when all I wanted to do was die...good write...Coach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no one sees? perhaps.. we're all good actors. i do the same. no one knows what im really like. show them the cover of a book. its a nice piece you wrote. continue the good work.