charade

Tears well up

why do I cry?

whom do I cry for?

Is it something I miss?

Is it someone whom I think of?

Silent tears roll down

but there is never a frown

For I must smile for the world to see

For I must never show my tears

Lest the world takes me to be weak

The joy is all gone,

the innocence is all lost

I see the world as is

Cruel and cold

Smile I must to this world

Laugh I must at this world

For little do they know

When I step out

There is a mask I wear

There is a charade that I play

To dance and sway to these worldly ways

thoughts

Thoughts running through my head

All kinds of them,

the good ones and the bad ones

the mean ones and the cruel ones

few make me smile

some make me cry

some make me want to hide and never see the world again

lots so bad that they make me cringe in pain

Thoughts chasing me all the time

I want to hide from them

They make me do what I do

They make me say what I say

They make me the person I am

These thoughts that make me cry

These thoughts that me make me feel lost

These thoughts that me want to end my thoughts

These thoughts that make me want to end this

all of this

there seems like only one way

The one that will end all this

Finish it all

Then I will sleep in peace

Peace that can not be touched by these thoughts