The Facade

Suffocating on the inside where no one can see.

Outside you're all smiles for everyone to perceive.

Every smile hurts for it is each fake,

the real one is gone, because he did take.

When I'm not smiling, people ask me what's wrong.

They wouldn't understand for very long.

When I talk, people don't listen and I succumb to silence.

This reaction is mere common sense.

When he looks at me, I pretend to laugh.

My fake happiness I must waft.

My friends cannot see my silence as deep contemplation.

They think of it as sadness that could fill an entire nation.

But truth be told, I am both upset and curious

of what could have set this situation to delirious.

My laughter and smiles are to hide all this.

I cannot have my feelings where people can sift.

At times I think that I am being foolish,

but at others I feel like walking around being ghoulish.

I see him laugh and interact,

and when I see this I wish his ignorance was all just an act.

Can he not see what I am thinking?

'I hope this is all worth it,' is what I am wishing.

How are we separated like heaven and land

when it seemed like fate had pushed us together like the sea and sand.

We were brothers, sisters, and best friends before.

What happened so that we are not each other's core?

I am foolish and dramatic and being whiny too,

but how can I ignore this smart fool?

People tell me to confront but it's harder than it sounds

for you do not know what will rebound.

As time slips away so does my chance to sew,

this would be so much easier if I were just to know.