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Can you…See My Sorrow?
Can you see my sorrow?
Can you hear my plea?
Do you know what's in my mind?
Do you know what's wrong with me?
Every day, for years,
I've had this happy, smiling face,
But true or false, happy or sad!
Has my life been a waste?
Do you know my secrets?
Can you see inside my soul?
Do you know where my heart should be...?
There lies a great big hole!
Did you know I act the clown?
I always hide the truth?
And never let anyone know...
The torment of my youth!
Is my face a mirror?
Or double sided, do you know..?
That the face shown to the world,
Is put there just for show!
Well, maybe that was so...
But now, not anymore,
The face you now see, is the real me,
Because I'm through another door!
The past is dead and gone,
There is no looking behind,
Because Pain, sorrow and torment,
Is all that you will find.
©1989 Catherine Inglesby
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