Behold my charming smile
and kindness in my eyes;
both belie the churning
of the hurricane inside.
My civility, it knows no bounds
as I extend a helping hand
while my soul, it shrieks in agony
at the trauma that left its brand.
The calm of my exterior
masks the tempest that’s within,
as I struggle just to survive each day
with the obligatory grin.
Extending every courtesy
as I pray that I don’t die
from the ever-present terror
that in my heart does lie.
Think about the gentle souls
you encounter every day
are they barely hanging on
behind the quiet words they say?
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Well written with good rhyme and flow it sends its message well. What lies behind the social facade that we all put on for others. Politeness does it mask other feelings? Nicely written
Thanks!
My pleasure Franz
Fränz, this hit me deeply. You reveal how apparent warmth and composure can be survival strategies rather than signs that someone feels safe. A powerful reminder to approach others with compassion. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you!
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