Shelter

This is a poem about the ones that don't exactly express their feelings.

I’m quite aware of my bitter condition.
I mask it with a smile as sweet as your heart,
I feed the world with it, and then I stop
Afraid they’ll come too close, so close that they could feel it;
The smell of a self begging for closeness
Beneath the yellow picture of a broken stone.
The secret is that, under that rock,
For you, lonesome, there is a home.