Your smile, sweetly fixed everyday,An impasto note-filled-tears, hearts disarray,
How it harbours your core within,
A hollow taunt of what might have been;
Yet, still you mask all behind, your sweet grin.
When you tremble, none’s aware,
A cold you’ve got, you say to those who care;
None the wiser, they are to you,
If only they knew what you’ve been though.
A friend in need, you’re the first to rush,
Provide comfort, that’s you’re only must;
Deep within, your body cries,
Though you cover them up with many white lies.
You stand tall, a pillar of strength,
Keeping all at arms length;
You mask evading onlookers glances,
Head held high, you take your chances.
You brave the day in every way,
Ignoring facts, which you misplay;
A tortured soul, you won’t let in,
You hide deep and deep within;
Layering fakes, smoothing cracks,
A perfect vision despite true facts.
~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici. 26.04.2013