Tears

Dried up tears upon one’s cheek,
Masked with a smile it is,
Beyond this smile we wonder,
What is it that really exists.
A smile, not always meaning happiness,
A way to camouflage sorrows, tis the best.
For tears to stream down as a waterfall, easy it is,
Than to spell out one’s sadness.
Crying themselves to sleep are some,
Pillows too wet to do so.
Endless rainfall upon them it may seem,
Without the umbrella of happiness to protect them.
Laughing so hard are some, concealing their sorrows in it.
A smile upon their faces is a shadow to their sadness,
A shadow to their darkness.
Sorrow so strong felt, unable to express,
Thereby coming across as happy as ever,
Though in reality, invisible tears being the hardest to wipe off.
Never want to bring anyone down with their sorrows,
But broken are their hearts with tears streaming down them.