I may appear to people around me that I'm fine.
Still alive, cheering, smiling, joking etc.
Some even told me that I look happier now.
However there's something that they do not know.
Deep down inside me hides the real me, the exterior was just a facade.
I don't want people to worry about me.
Even though I said that I've gotten over with it but on the inside, I just can't let it go like this.

How weak am I on the inside, yet I tried my best to appear strong on the outside.
Such a fool of me to even give my 'life' away.
Deep down inside me, I'm drowned by my own pool of sorrows.
I screaming for attention.
Nothing was moved by my silent scream.
No one has even heard it.
No one even know what I'm feeling.

I hate to be in this kind of situation.

Every time when I shut my eyes, even for awhile, images and memories seems to bypass my mind.
Somewhat somehow, I just don't feel like it.
I'm frustrated that things go this way.
Is this planned to be like that or is this what some other people call it fate?


~IceCleric~