I am not Soundless; But the whole world is Deaf

I was there amongst

the crowd alone pretending

to be the happiest soul,

those pretty faces were laughing

and joking and I was just seated

and squirmed wearing

cheery smile throughout

Oh wait, I just felt a hand on my shoulder,

Hey, what happened to you? Are you alright?

He asked, my inner self wanted

to yell like hell and say no

I am not, in fact, I've never

been so deeply saddened, soul;

If that poor lad could read me,

he'd known how badly I wanna

shun this pseudo society off

until doomsday; how desperately

I want to relax my breath,

I whined but no one heard it,

maybe I am not soundless

but the whole world is deaf

My pretty face may have hid

my rotted soul; I wish myself

not to be me anymore

I laughed for others; I cried

for myself but all said and done,

in the end, I am deeply

saddened troubled soul

sipping the cowardliness bit by bit