anguish inside

Anguish inside

The wounds on my soul

Bleeding for a while

 Un-cleaned, untreated

Just dressed with a smile

Unknown to others

 Hidden by a mask

And if my disguise slips

“no, I’m OK” if they ask

Going through the motions

keeping a smile on my face

old wounds cause me to stumble

 I receive another graze

I’ve spent so long bottling up

Sealing it tight, filling it constantly

I don’t know how to talk,

To heal my wounds you see?

I need help opening the lid

Another hand to encourage me

To pour out the contents

 Of a stormy emotional sea

Please reach out to me

 I beg of you, I don’t know how

I struggle against my silence

But the loss is mine, my head to bow.

Young Poet