A sunshine smile, is a makeup they wear,
With loads of jokes in their book to crack,
You will always find them,
Howling, shouting, laughing,
As if the world will end that night.
You can approach them with all your problems,
they always have a solution.
You might even admire them,
And wish to be like them.

But friend you are wrong.
You don't know the person behind those masked expressions

Ever saw them in solitude?
Then you will see the TRUE them.
A sea of tears, covers their face,
With thunderstorm rising within them.
Their life is a dark cave,
with mysteries, and no light.

They can help everyone,
but not themselves.
They can speak of everything,
but not of their pain.
Why?
They don't want sympathy,
they just want care, that's a rare merit to find.
They are not wild,
But are soft like wax.
They will never hurt you,
'cause they know how it feels.

What we see, might not be true,
And what hurt people show is never true.