Aching

No one knows why I love that place
the truth hidden behind
the shaded lies
The stage
but the people too
There are so few of us
that as small of an impression as I
leave
It seems larger than life
The love that I starve for
waiting beyond that unopened door
This place sets it ajar
cracked a window
allows me to breathe
As strange as it may seem
to anyone on the outside
looking in
I am complimented
put on a pedistool
To them my flaws are few
and all of them comical
When with them I dont have to look in
on the depths of my failure
The bottomlessness
of my sadness
all pushed to the
back of my head
They love what
they see
and all of it smiles
none of them reading between the thinest of lines
The tears I wish to cry
are stopped before spilling
The sobs somehow morphed
into demented laughter
But they see it as
me
For they havent quite
touched
havent quite listened
My mask being far
superior
Than any part of my
interior
I ache as I sit here
alone
Throat sore from quiet
Craving that love