Hidden Sorrows
Behind the mask of harsh disguise,
A heart in pain, a soul that cries.
Once they cared, once they dreamed,
Now just shadows of what they seemed.

Meanness shields their broken part,
Yearning still for love to start.
Listen close, with kindness see,
The person they are, longing to be.

A gentle word, a hand that's kind,
Might ease the hurt they hide behind.
For every heart, no matter cold,
Wants to be loved, wants to be whole.
© marionbonareri