A poem..?

Does it hurt? Thousands of needles are piercing me,

But I don’t make a sound. I keep all of it in.

Is it sad? Millions of jokes around me,

But no one sees me laugh. I forbid my lips to smile.

Watercolors of the sky are reflecting in my eyes,

And it’s the only thing you will ever see in them;

Only a curtain of mist that never rises.

No tears, no shining. Nothing, but yourself.

All of me is a prisoner of my own fears hidden deep inside my soul.


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