“The Brave Pillow” - By Varshini.N Of B.Sc BtCFs I Year

Picture Credit : Special Arrangement

Pretending I feel fine,

A smile that is mine,

Cloaks my sorrow,

Only my pillow will know.

Oh, the tears that I shed!

That my eyes look dead.

It's easy to hold them back,

For courage is what I lack!

No one would ever know

When I'm feeling low.

Weeping tears in silence,

Worth not a halfpence,

As I keep out of sight,

And hug my pillow tight.

My heart is hurt and you cannot see,

A happy-go-lucky frail is all I want to be.

I've perfected masking my tears so well,

That now when I'm swell,

I wonder 

If that smile is mine.