They do not hear you cry

They do not hear you cry; the dead. The dying do; so you hold the tears back; to show the way they look does not take you aback. They do not hear you cry; they see a happy face. Bright red you paint the town; only it’s a mask; some dappled tears from a clown. They do not hear you cry; but no one ever did. An angry, awkward child; given medication to stop you going wild. They do not hear you cry; for minutes after birth your mother, father dead. They whisper to themselves; “Who knows what lies ahead”.