Week 49

I read about his loneliness
And it struck a chord within me
And I felt music begin to play,
Music that i hadn't heard in years.

He said that the loudest
Were the most loneliest
And he was the first person
To understand
My natural disposition
My current condition
Forcing on smiles
To alleviate people's suspicions.
If I wasn't smiling
I wasn't alright
And no one wanted to play doctor
To my soul.
So I faked it for them
And kept it to myself.

And then he said it out loud
Gave it a voice
And I didn't want to hide
But I don't have much of a choice.
No one wants to deal
With the aftermath of depression,
The flotsam and jetsam
Of some hundred ships
Sunk
For no good reason.

I look at my unfinished work
They scream to me,
I scream back
But the mask is back on
And it's good at muting me,
Putting me on silence.
You would never know that was the case
If you saw me,
But that's the trick
And I guess that makes me
a magician.