POEM ITEM #8

FEIGN THINGS

Don't flaunt how it hurts,

Busy world would question what it is,

Don't get into the circle of queries,

You'll bleed until you're out of breath.

Unveil a cherry line from your lips,

Make your eyes speak cheerfully,

Practice to be a virtuoso of jokes,

This is your facade to the hurtful reality.

Kiss goodbye to your sadness,

Hug a welcome to torturous happiness.

It wouldn't feel good, it would feel harsh

Tune out to your grief, it'll shove away eyes.