I move from day to day without
A single qualm or distant doubt
That it is I who died that day,
The moment that you went away.
Though outward tears may seem controlled,
They never stop, if truth be told,
They build behind the smile I share
That sits upon the mask I wear.
They join the light behind my eyes,
Another thinly veiled disguise,
To blind the world from hurt that grows
Within this shell of mortal woes.