The face I show them
keeps them at bay,
so I won't break
and rage about
why my heart aches.
I show them the face
so they don't know,
and don't pick and probe
at my hiding soul.
Before the horrid pain
of my heart and soul
can break loose of the chain,
I bound it with at first sight,
the rest of myself
hides away in the most
tiny, dark, and serenest of places,
so it has at least a chance
of being spared this hideous scene
Which will come about
when I let my heart ache
and my soul cry and scream,
as it has needed to
for thousands of centuries
(or so my past lives say).
But there is no place
inside my heart or mind
that can keep the essence of my soul
safe and astray from the pain
that will come this day,
the pain that I have kept hidden away,
hidden behind this face.
