They were strong.


The sun rose with a rosy hue.

It seemed an irony to

The darkness some were engulfed in;

Those who glowed with zest,

Smiled with spark and

Seemed lively with laughter.

For underneath all that pretense,

Were lost souls

Searching for land to anchor,

Wrecked like a sunken ship.

They were the ones who 

Cried themselves to sleep and

Choked in their mirthless tears.

But they were strong

For they hid their woes

Beneath a farcical mask.