In the dead of night she cries so no one can hear her sorrows unsung.
At the break of dawn she practices drying her tears, and making her smile appear, and she pretends that this feeling shall pass.It’s the deception of her feelings she practices all too well. Smile even her heart is breaking.
That’s her journey, undiscovered, and not discussed. On purpose of course.
Taught to not be heard, she adjusted to keeping her sorrows in a sealed bubble.
The light inside of her dim, the burdens and worry chase her stealing her sleep.
The hero of others, but not for herself.
The fixer, the healer, and wind beneath other wings. While flying with a broken wing. Undiscovered and undisclosed the motto is to eat this pain and keep it undisclosed.
Dare she share her strength is weakening.
Dare she share that she needs to speak and be heard.
Hugged and loved.
For a moment someone else to wipe her tears.
Permission denied and throughout the days she silence her needs
The sorrows unsung are seeking to release. So eats and cries at night.
Wash, rinse and repeat she smiles. No one could see the tiny shatters
Erase the emotions dwelling inside of her, perfectly perfecting her many defeats
Not being the misery seeking company.
Shegets away keeping her words sealed and hidden.
Written and erase.Sorrows Unsung so she is not the product of killing vibes and. raining her sorrows on other parades. Silently at night when the world’s asleep she cries. Tomorrow she’ll awake wash repeat, and pretend that everything good inside of her.