Sincere

By Mikala Barber

 

Tales of happiness but

Actions of sadness.

Words loquacious

When back is abaft.

 

Just tell me how you feel.

 

Silent mouth, open ears,

Words have tears.

Façade on ahead,

Inside is torn.

 

Just tell me how you feel.

 

Blind of what’s in front.

No worries, no cares.

Just forget the façade

And go along, for…

 

He knows how I feel.

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