Agony and anger at its zenith
Never even wanted to find happiness
With a very well worn facade
It was all buried beneath.

They were in distress
Yet not enslaved to any abuse
Too proud to be fragile,
So they refuse.

Bottled up emotions, caused much heart sore
With every passing day it hurt a bit more
Where are they, one might wonder
They roam around, among us
Bearing a soul ready to sunder.

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A.N : There are so many people who won't admit that they are suffering. They hide their emotions very well even from their loved ones. They don't resort to any abuse either. They just suffer in silence in the dark, alone. This is dedicated for those people.