Literature
What Nobody Knows
What nobody knows
Is the secrets you could hide,
The lies you may hold,
The suffering you could mask,
Or the troubles of your past.
Looking at the serenity,
The calm and peace,
The perfect picture of you,
Would they even care?
Would anyone want to see
The truth behind it all?
Or would they be content,
Just knowing and loving the facade
You put on for them?
That seems to be the truth.
The irony of it,
That the truth is a lie.
They care not for the past,
As simple humans do.
They only care for the now,
And pay no mind
To what nobody knows.