The pain is real, it's hidden
hard & stiff, beneath flesh
forbidden, you must conceal
what it feels, to be you,
refresh, make as if
a smile, will hide the pain
Subdue, the turning wheels
playing games, within the mind
Maintain, poise and style
externaly, inside screams
Grind teeth, swallowed exclaims
of how you feel, recall, explain
dreams, but internaly
The Pain is all to real.
ian burns
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pain-is-all-to-real/
