Through my pain <br />And through my sorrow <br />My feeling must not show true. <br />Though it may tear me apart. <br />My pain must not show true. <br />My happiness helps me <br />My joy helps me <br />My pain must not show true. <br />The shell I have made <br />The ways I hide <br />My pain must not show true <br />Do not be decieved by this <br />You must show your pain so often <br />It is the only way to control it. <br />So this calmness is my shell <br />And the anger just keeps boiling. <br />Until it finally whistles and pours out.<br /><br />philip teed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-15/
