I write - XXXII

My heart's laden with grief
And I have a smile on my face
My mind's turbulent with anger
And I walk admist a crowd
With a serene look and gentle grace
There's an ocean of silence inside
And I chatter nineteen to the dozen
There's complete darkness in my soul
And in my eyes, brightness I emblazon
A crushing weight around my shoulders
And I walk with my head held upright.

Of charades and facades
And protection walls,
And the real me behind these...

I write.