Lonely

The pain of loneliness is all to real
mixed inside with others to conceal,

The misery of not knowing love,
the love of a man

Not holding hands or sharing kisses,
many things this person misses

If I could cry, I would
but so long this wound  I've had

That tears have dried,
and the wound I hide with smiles

As I get older the loneliness grows stronger,
I don't know if I can hold on much longer.