shell

A Poem by jasmine

They never see me
I never let them
What they see is a shell
A well designed shell
A cover upon the surface
Hinding all my anger
And my pain
A smile painted to deceive the viewers
Hiding my true sadness
Replacing my teary eyes
With bright and alive ones
Filling them with false hope
My running nose
My swollen face
Covered by the lies I display
I'm dying inside but noone must know
I do not need pity
It gets me no where
I endure my hurt with pride
In this shell of mine