I smile to hide what I don't want you to know,
I laugh to camouflage what I don't want to show.
I joke to distract from what I don't wish to reveal,
I do it all so you can never guess how I feel.
The more I laugh, the sadder I grow,
I laugh, I smile and watch my being go.
It's getting harder and harder to know,
What is real and what is show.
I stuff the feelings down until they won't stay in,
In weakness I cry and paint the facade on again.
And with a smile I sadly face the day,
I Watch what I do, I watch what I say.
Trapped like a rat, this cage is mine,
And yet I smile and say I am fine.
I put myself in, I have no one to blame,
I made my own bed, I lie there in shame.
It's getting harder to smile, getting harder to laugh,
Getting harder to keep myself from tearing in half.
Why do I bother, I wonder what good it brings,
And can you tell me why this caged bird sings?
JenRid.
I must really like cages. I keep putting myself in them. *Shakes my head* This poem was written about how I felt in my marriage... which ended. But that's a good thing.
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