Fake

In this prison I sit surrounded,
as endless doors are all around,
with only one hurting me so much,
as in that chamber I hide all my pains,
as I have also locked away all my fears,
so in this room I show you only a smile,
and not bathe you in my tears.

by Javier Falcon

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Emotions left hidden can be a dangerous notion indeed, yet the hurt held within expressed in words cannot be faked, even though they hide concealed beneath a smile. A nice poem indeed.