by Rachel A. GoldO well, what difference does it really make,
If in my heart of hearts I feel so lone?
To you and all the world I am the same,
To all I still advance the self-same tone,
The self-same looks and actions; I endure
Your absence bravely, do I not? I've gained
This self-control quite dearly; deep within
Always I feel a seething lake of pain.
But others shall not know; I've told a few,
Tuesday, 04-May-2010 14:48:19 EDT