she laughs and always smiles
so carefully composed
while secretly, she dies
no one sees her graveyard
in still lurking shadows
deceiving carefree eyes
they do not see her pain
a great and looming past
that clouds all inner skies
plain bliss is on display
they think that all is well
she tells no spoken lies
The Wisdom of Gavroche 
Depth in your poetry about her pain is relevant….expressed it beautifully. and I can’t say anything more…it’s just pure display of emotions and it only comes from heart.. it’s good to lighten up yourself by releasing the words….:)
Peace and love
🙂 Thanks
So many wear the mask that hides what real feelings abide inside…it is indeed a way to manage the social contacts…a fine verse on that.
again & again your poetry ZAPs the heart. wow. thank you (i think!) This is so challenging – doesn’t putting on a blissful face when you’re dying inside constitute a lie of some sort? (i’m from the south, we do this ALL THE TIME – ‘hower ya’ll doin?’ Fiine,: )
Thanks, Virginia! I think it is something that pretty much everyone does from time to time, trust me, us northerners do it too. And yes, it is a form of lying…