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.