Amidst the layers of smile, I hide my pain, He pats the surface, Thinking all is well. The sore look in my eyes, Never bothers him a bit, My eyes not only speak, They scream, they yell. It rained last summer, His skin felt so, Lying on his shoulder, When all my tears fell. Sinking in the non-existent, I don't know how, If ever I have to write, How the word 'life' would spell.