Len A. Hynds
The mask we wear, that smiles and lies,
so hides the tears that’s in our eyes
We practice hard, with inner guile,
with torn and bleeding heart, we smile.
Why should we show them otherwise,
why should we let them hear our sighs?
Let them not think or dare to ask,
that this our smile, is just a mask.
The voice is gone, but we are here,
and gone is that once dreadful fear.
The mask will vanish, just like a pain,
and then once more, we’ll smile again.
©Copyright by Len A. Hynds, Date Unknown