A Search for Meaning

Several years ago I wrote this:
What You Don't See (March 1, 2015)
You see the smile on my face and assume that I am alright.
What you don't see is
that I am dying inside.
You see me happy and full of life.
What you don't see is
the deep unhappiness I feel.
You see me out and about doing daily things.
What you don't see is
how bad I want to crawl into a hole and hide.
You see me laugh at a joke.
What you don't see is the heartache I am dealing
with.
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