A Dying Sun
I'm all alone, but yet surrounded by many

Living as we speak, but dying inside

I'm suppose to be crying, but my eyes are dry

The grass isn't greener on my side

And no one even knows it


The hugs, kisses, and even the nice comments

Nevertheless, I don't feel any love

Something I once had, I cannot feel at all

Those around me should know my rules

No feelings or emotions, stoicism at hand


A good smile every now and again

That is all it takes to be a happy looking person

It's a problem with the world today

Always believe in what their eyes see

But knowledge must truly be gained elsewhere