Superficial - Liz. [Poem]

Help.

Warranted through words,

But quiet I must remain.

Unforgivable. Hurting those around;

with simple actions,

I push.

They crowd.

Can they not see,

Do they not understand;

They must not get involved.

Must not interfere:

I must remain quiet,

through my own tongue I'm tying,

I must smile.

A false twitch of the lip,

it will mislead,

even if just for now:

Please don't unearth me,

Turmoil is to be kept

under lock and key it resides.

I do not need help,

No support for my uncanny ways.

Illusions must be cast,

shroud my inner self:

Just laugh.