is not a visual representation of my happiness
but a mask
for a river of pain carrying me downstream
my laughter
is not an auditory extension of joy
but a distraction from misery hidden so well
my offer to listen to your problems
is a distraction from an anguish
i can't bear to hear
my offer of a shoulder for you to lay on
is an attempt to keep you from seeing
even a glimmer of my pain
i have become adept
at hiding my inner turmoil
through my attempts to support you
in your times of need
but one day
it will all come to an end
because one day
my pain will win
and i will walk into the arms of release
from this world of agony and despair
i exist in silently
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