I wish you could read my mind sometimes,
So the things I've never spoken may reveal,
Of how every word of yours affect my mind,
Few hurts me deep but I smile and conceal.
You may say I cry a lot,
But believe me I show very little.
The inner child within me have been taught,
Put your whole heart in love, however brittle
Thus I did whatever was requisite,
To hearten and give you bliss every moment.
But I guess you never reckoned it that quite,
Following it, my despair was ardent.
"Everything will be alright" they say,
Little they bother of the absolute Verity.
And how can I ever be completely okay?
Without having your implicit clarity.