Sad
by Lisa Spencer Trecost
She smiles as she greets people in the streets
She shines with her friends whenever they meet
They say she's a source of light and flare
They see the sparkle that once was there
The truth lies in what she doesn't say
Her heart's sealed tight to protect its ache
It's a stranger she sees through the eyes of others
While the real her stays hidden tucked under cover
A dark quiet room is where she wants to be
Alone with her ghosts only she can see
It's easier to pretend than try to explain
Why bother anyway
It hurts to be happy
She'd rather stay sad.
She shines with her friends whenever they meet
They say she's a source of light and flare
They see the sparkle that once was there
The truth lies in what she doesn't say
Her heart's sealed tight to protect its ache
It's a stranger she sees through the eyes of others
While the real her stays hidden tucked under cover
A dark quiet room is where she wants to be
Alone with her ghosts only she can see
It's easier to pretend than try to explain
Why bother anyway
It hurts to be happy
She'd rather stay sad.
Lisa Spencer Trecost is a heart-centered writer who loves to travel with her husband and dogs.