Silently but surely the two edged sword pierced his heart.
Over and over again, its cold, icy, tip penetrated his inward parts,
shrouding him in trembling fear and immense sorrow.
Yet, he managed to smile.
He waved to the crowd and dared to laugh.
He betrayed no sign of outward pain.
No one suspected it.
Not once did it cross their minds.
They were blinded.
Blinded by his broad smile.
Blinded by his charm.
Blinded by his shimmering facade.
(that dazzled they eyes of everyone he met)
But behind closed doors it was different.
Within the chambers of his heart lay the truth.
he was bruised, beaten and bleeding.
His heart lay torn and in pieces.
he succumbed to the pain as the tears gushed forth
out of his weeping, inflicted, soul.
But, he would not allow it.
he would not allow the world to see him so.
He wiped his tears and put on a smile.
(an act he perfected over the years)
He waved and smiled, while his heart lay torn.
He laughed and cheered, while his soul lay weeping.
He pretended to be ok, while he inwardly suffered.
This was his routine.
This was the path he had chosen.
To suffer in solitude...while the world laughed on.
(for who could see past his facade)
May those who know me be filled with joy and blissful ignorance,
while I suffer alone and bear the pain.
For why must I be a burden to them?
Is it not better for one to suffer,
than many to be left in tears?
Why should I trouble their heart with what they cannot understand?
My grievious pain.
that haunts me day and night.
(the pain I bear even now)