Concealed

My world is crumbling, yet I smile.

People suspect, but no one knows.

It’s just a bad day they muse.

Inside I’m broken and worn.

A rock can stand against a storm.

I am not a rock.

I am a grain of sand, a drop in the bucket.

Even in my own life I seem insignificant.

Will this pain ever stop?

Fresh wounds reopen old ones.

I’m bleeding with despair and anguish

Yet I still go about- a masquerade.

I put on a mask.

And nobody thinks twice. 

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