I wear my feelings well
hidden up my sleeves,
miniature in size
with a smile that deceives.
If you hurt me
my face won't tell,
It's under the surface
of the pain I dwell.
If you cared
maybe just a little,
you might understand
Why I speak in riddle;
Why my tongue is cryptic,
the words a maze,
and the only fluency
is misery most days.
Happiness is the goal
that I can't seem to reach,
it could be because I don't
practice what I preach.
I can't see the positive
in every situation,
and when I try,
I find only frustration.
Maybe if you truly
wanted to reach out,
you could fill me with hope
instead of doubt.
If you could see
inside to my soul,
perhaps you'd want to
help me reach my goal.
The possibilities are endless,
I could even fall,
but only if you show me
that I wouldn't lose it all.
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Submission Name: Elaboration, please.
