My day was good
I don't know why
but I went to my room
to cry.

But I could not
even wail or sob
For they would hear me
that hateful mob.

I cried with all my might
in silence.
I cried for hate
for love and violence.

I know I am
all tortured inside
but they mustn©t know.
Emotion must hide.

They'll never know any
of what I feel.
They can©t understand.
Life isn't real.

I found even though
I went to cry
emotion betrayed me.
My cheeks were dry.

I looked up to
the starry night
and I felt joy
with all my might.