In the mirror’s gaze, a smile I wear,
A painted facade, a mask of care.
Tired of faking this joy I pretend,
When inside my heart, the shadows blend.

Days drift by in a hazy blur,
Acting like everything's okay, I concur.
But beneath the surface, a storm does brew,
A silent cry, longing for something true.

Alone in a crowd, an invisible thread, ...