Smile, The Cameras Are Watching. Poem by The silent Poet

Smile they're looking. Smile it hides the pain.
Smile again, then sink beneath the weight.
This antagonistic weight in my head.
My own doing.

A voice talking the truth, bore into my being.
My happiness is an oxymoron; impossible to justify.
They don't know. Understand why logic is not logical.
Nor is it tangible.

Explanations fail to explain.
I'm not insane.
Intelligence, I see a world without guise.
No hidden meaning before my eyes.

I speak and I'm ignored, so I speak but to myself.
Adverse to my state of mind, adverse to my health.
Drink and drugs mask the pain. I'll smile again.

That's what I'll do, I'll smile for them it's what they want.
On edge, I need develop a tolerance, further, I can no longer cope.
I smile for the last time.
They won't understand. Too absorbed by their lives,
To acknowledge this desperate man.
Absorbed by the lies of societies told,
As my body lies motionless, soul-less, cold.
It's not your fault. My 'friends' are told.