i smile,
i am a past master
of smiling it away
hiding it underneath
and if I crack enough jokes
i my just believe
and just for a second I may,
just find I do not grieve
i smile,
it is not quite real
and somehow to the situation
it does not fit
That is because there is so,
much pain behind it
my eyes tell the truth
they remain dim and barely lit
James Garratt – Wednesday 3rd December 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 