Charade

Behind the veils,
I conceal my wounds
and try to gather my thoughts.

The sheathe can break,
The veneer is very thin.
I'll be hurt again..

I am sore,
my soul is scorched
but you are so shallow..
Oh! why don't you care ??
You carry on your charade
happy in your makebelieve world,
unwittingly hurting me again
and again..

Till there is nothing more left.
Till I succumb to despair
And sink,
lost,
In the abyss of hopelessness...