Retrospect

My heart whispered to me :

When you try so hard to be perfect,
And you fall right throught the cracks,
When you try to hide pain and its impact,
But tears keep leaving the tracks.

When you try to make your feelings unheard,
And you so very nearly succeed,
When you try so hard to hold your heart,
To stifle the painful ache and need.

The world is cold, its a cruel place,
And you have no one but yourself,
You're just a page in an ancient book
On a lonely, dusty shelf.

People may look, but always they pursue,
The thing that they wants to see,
So they may hear your voice, its true,
But they won't hear your wounded plea

You have to understand most of people,
With their pre-judged ways and acceptations,
They'll attempt to mould you feeble,
To their flawed perceptions  and expectations..

So while your soul shatters and riles,
And your heart gets doubly broken,
You'll hide behind a facade of smiles
And of words that are happily spoken.