New poem. Untitled.

Crying, apologizing
Wearing a mask,
If you don't know how I'm feeling
Then maybe its best not to ask.
I don't want you to see it,
The pain that I feel
When I'm wearing a smile
Know that it's really not real.
Its only a cover, a mask and a shield
My weapon of choice, the one that I yield.
Fight the good fight, and maybe I'll win
And the smile I smile will be real again.
Until that day, I'll just keep on trying
And continue to hide the tears that I'm crying.