Sinking in sadness I'm battling an inner struggle
A quiet madness.
No one wants to hear me speak I can feel the anger slowly boil up as they silence me and put me on mute.
Unless I'm telling a joke which is sadness in disguise behind my eyes
They don't want to hear so the truth so I tell them lies
When they ask, ' are you okay? ' I reply that I'm fine
I get so frustrated with them I want to yell, 'are you blind'? !
They don't care they just want to be entertained
because they are sad too so I play the game.
I'm a caricature of myself art imitating my real life.
While I'm trying to convince people around me that I'm 'fine'.
When I'm home alone after I hung up the phone
There's a distance that separates me from everyone else.
While I'm alone sitting on my leather couch.
It's so quiet that I can only hear the sprinklers outside.
for a brief moment I feel peace.
There's no one around to entertain so I can be the real me.
There's no need to crack a joke nor fake a smile.
I can curl up and hug myself then embrace my inner child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem