and when you,
are forced,
to put on a smile,
be buried in graves,
of your own words,
every minute feels like,
scratching your nails,
on rough,
hard rocks,
it feels as if,
your head will burst,
as if,
you will start bleeding,
it all happens,
apparently,
you stand there,
still,firm and straight,
but only you know,
that inside,
you are screaming,
shouting,pleading,
for aid,
but how come they know,
you are hurt,
they are blind,
blind from the real eyes,
blind from all the pain.......