The Illusions of Expression

The candle burns and the tears I weep fail to kill the flame.



The light flickers and dances across my face of pain.



My wounds run deep and sore but not a mark is seen.



‘Coz expressions are illusions and things aren’t as they seem

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem a long time ago but it's true... people don't alway know whats going on inside.

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