I feel so empty all the time,

but no one will ever know,

because they think my life is fine.

I seldom let sad feelings show.

Mom taught me that someone else

probably has things worse than I.

on things that make me want to cry.

So I learned to push things down

and just forget all of the pain.

And I learned to act the clown;

"Pretend" is my middle name.

Is this all life will be for me?

To not feel numb is all in vain.

I'm afraid to set my feelings free,

because I fear I'll go insane.

Copyright ©2006 Rose Mary West Ekerholm AKA Plethora