Phase

We squeak inside and always lie

with happy faces in broad daylight

we are teared down

like paper in pieces

still we smile

as though we are stiched in all the places

we hide and cover

so , that no one discovers

like it’s a crime to come up

with the problems we suffer

Isn’t now the time

to come up in light

To express the hues

we suffer all alone in complete dark night