Orphan child

I wrote this for my drama coursework, its about a 7 year old boy in an orphanage during the 1950's.

Happy smiles,
Games and fun,
Playing war,
With invisible guns.
Jokes and pranks,
Or playing with toys,
Typical tricks,
From typical boys.
But your cheery smile,
And goofy grin,
All dissapears,
When the post comes in.
There's no letter of love,
No note from home,
Nobody loves you,
You're all on your own.
No mother's love,
No father's pride,
No one to hold you,
Or be your guide.
But you smile and laugh,
To deny what's real,
So that nobody knows,
The way that you feel.
Your unheard sobs,
Your silent screams,
Your hurting memories,
And haunting dreams.
You wipe unshed tears,
From your watery eyes,
For you have been told;
"Big boys don't cry".
So you stand up tall,
When others are near,
You look strong and convincing,
That you have no fear.
You pull down the mask,
And behind it you hide,
You're happy, and smiling,
But broken inside.