I see you.

I hear your words.

I feel your tears as they fall,

forbidden from your eyes.

Oh how your sadness consumes you.

Outside

lies the false imagery of peace.

A plaster mask clings to your tired face.

Fooling all but the wisest.

Screaming

like a lion.

You plea for them to see.

Yet, held captive by your silence

no word of anguish escapes your smiling lips.

Continue to preform.

No one will know,

but I.

I see you.

Not as the blind see.

I see your soul

carrying the weight of the world.

I hear your words.

Not as the deaf hear.

I hear your screams,

your throat bleeds from crying so long.

I feel your tears.

Not as the numb feel.

I feel the true sadness that lies beneath 

your paper thin smile.

Trying to cover the pain.

Run as you may,

it will find you.

And I will be there.

To pick up the pieces 

of your shattered heart.