No One Knows

This has been published with the International Library of Poetry.

As I sit with this person
I often wonder;
How did she become so aloof?
Why so tranquil?
Who is she?
Day after day the same routine
Day after day the depressing face
For she aches for self-acceptance
Unspoken misery lives within
The terror she feels

It is I
It is I that no one knows
It is I that does not feel
This silent illness
Stricken with grief, suffering, and torture
Anger fills my emotions
Despair weakens my soul
It is I that no one knows!