The Side No One Sees

Would you believe that I’m happy,

When I write about pain?

Or that I feel no need to cry,

As I stand in the rain?

No, I would think not,

For you’ve never seen me smile.

You assume my heart is black,

Stone cold with denial.

But you’re wrong, my friend,

I’m rarely depressed.

My eyes often light up,

With a smile suppressed.

I’m pleased by simple pleasures,

Many things give me delight.

Though you would never guess,

Knowing my stories of blood and fright.

Yes, I make threats,

And I’ll always stand my ground.

I’ll never play the fool,

And my tears won’t make a sound.

But you don’t know how much it hurts,

When you assume that I don’t care.

Did you know that’s one of the few things,

That causes me true despair?

So I’ll smile and nod,

And pretend it doesn’t touch me.

But when I return to my room,

I’ll escape into fantasy.

Where the world isn’t cold,

And there’s no pain to hide.

Where all the happiness in me,

Doesn’t have to stay inside.