Lonesome honesty

Whispers of deep thought,
Beautiful eyes filled with despair.
No sun in the morning
and yet it's so bright.
Concern and anger is hidden,
smiles and relaxed faces everywhere.
Waves of sadness crash so hard,
but the joy never goes away.
How to describe a feeling when it's not really there?
What would you say to create the lie?
Waiting becomes a game,
but the rules are always twisted
because boredom seems to disappear.
Desperately trying to laugh,
but it comes off as a forced sigh.
What I don't want them to know
becomes painfully obvious
and the smiles that were once there have faded.
Pacing, door slamming, yelling, crying, still figures.
Everything is silent, but always so loud.
they're all drowned out by the quiet, motionless body.
Disappointment.
Everyone is disappointed
and I'm sorry.
Leaving seems to be everyones decision
except for that one that really seems to be frozen.
It's all so tranquil,
but something is building.
Should I say something?
It doesn't matter because I haven't and I won't.
The tension is so high
and still everything is calm.
I slip away for a moment
and all of a sudden everyone is back.
The smiles have returned,
and there is no room to feel alone,
but all I feel is loneliness...
how is that possible?
Why is this?
Lacking the strength to really care,
I just accept and continue on.