The Truth

I lie to hide the truth

It's easier than explaining,

That my pain is invisible,

An heavy weight

Suffocating my being.

I don't say I'm unwell

Or that my tears are unending,

I can't explain why I'm numb

Or why I'm tired of breathing.

I can think of reasons to grateful,

I can reflect on happier times,

But the memory of such cannot

remove the present cries.

I rationalize these feelings

but they won't go away.

I can't seem to pinpoint what "It" is today.

The day is beautiful

Not a cloud in the sky,

But I can't stop crying,

and I don't know why.