The Pain Poem by Erica N.Johnson

Its the pain inside that i hide
But it dwells and grows
No longer can i fake my happiness
My pain has turned to hate
and now as it festers and grows
i sit back and anticipate my destruction

Will it consume me will it? Will it devour me?
How could i question such a thing,
its obvious and clear, my demeanor tells all
Look at my smug grin, read my expressions
Look deep into my soul, tap deep into my emotions

i know you can recognize my hurt and pain
my disappointments and shame

Now i frown. Not only do i know of my failure
and slight depression
But you, yes you, look at me
with those convicting eyes with a solo tear
dropping down your face..... why? ?

Because you now realize its the pain
inside i can not hide that dwells and grows
that i hate and the happiness i can not fake.