The Softer Lie

A nod, a grin, a practiced pose,

A mask that no one ever knows.

The storm stays silent, tucked away,

While words forget what hearts can't say.

The truth too heavy, sharp, and bare,

Would only float in stranger's stares.

So quiet wins where grief might speak,

A softer lie than sounding weak.

No blame is cast, no hurt declared,

Just shadows standing where once cared.

A weight held still, too long to drop,

While trembling hands refuse to stop.

The world moves on, the face stays brave,

But somewhere deep, the ache still waves.

No one asks, and none can tell,

It’s easier to wear the shell.