Does It Reach My Eyes

Although I’m smiling does it reach my eyes? Inside’s a constant, never-ending storm I can’t keep pretending; tired of the lies My inner forecast isn’t warm or the norm There is a tsunami brewing nonstop I’m looking forward to a huge rainbow But the dark clouds make my mood drop I want relief and sad heart turned aglow The charade has gone on for far too long My perfect acting skills are falling short I’m tired of portraying I’m sound and strong I need an olive branch it is my last resort My current weather conditions must cease I want my mind, body, soul; to know peace Alexis Y. 09/22/2022