In my quiet
I hear my heart cry;
My soul groan and moan;
And my stomach pregnant with 'these' hurts
But our complacent outside
Conceals the pain and hurt behind a plastic smile

The more we hurt inside
The broader and wider the feigned smile
Yet the hurt is grown so much
So that it taste bitter in the back of my tongue

We strain to tame and hide it
But it claws and claws. seeking to surface
Thus our worries in silence start eating at us
Gnawing on our essence a bite at a time
Still foolishly wearing the now worn  plastic smile

Some may say we die in silence
But i say we **** ourselves with it.
So those things we did not say be-time
We write and leave them by our dying bed's side
As though it was some suicide note