Look at me and tell me what you see.
Can you see beyond my practiced smile?
Beyond this outward calm, do you see me crying out?
Do you see me calling to you to let me out?
Do you pay attention to the fine prints?
The bags under my eyes, the strain in my smile.
Though I said I was fine
But you should know it’s always the same lie.
An excerpt from my book Ace’s Journey (An Anthology of Poems)