Underneath My Shield by RAtty

People often chat to me, they compliment and say I look well. So naturally I'll say "I'm fine and there's really not much to tell". And when I'm walking in the street I meet a friend or neighbour, they'll pass a grin, a wink or wave, they'll ask me for a favour.

But really I'm not being truthful, I should tell them and confess. I would like to explain, and say I'm under this stress. My smile is just my make-up, to hide me from this pain.My laugh just protects me, covers up where my tears stain.

That makes me so sad, to see what they can't see.They can't see through it all, my real identity.Not somebody always cheerful, not somebody who is well, but somebody who is depressed and needs someone to tell.

I just want somebody, to tell me it'll be alright. To look after me, and say the ends in sight. Why won't anybody, see through my shield. Why can't anybody, see how I really feel?