Echoes Of Oblivion

• Samuel Aquilina, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

Excruciatingly hollow, I struggle through the day
Equipped with a smile, to cover up the pain
You may ask “What’s wrong?” and nothing I will say
Reply with a smirk and brush the topic aside
Tell not of the sorrow that plagues my existence
Speak not of the dilemma that taints my life
Constrained, seemingly irrevocably empty am I
You, unknowingly incapable of empathizing
Question my wellbeing
Your assumption blinds you from seeing
What I must endure… inescapable
You know not of the perpetual hurt of my invisible wound
As I bleed before you with a smile
I am screaming, pleading for what I know not of
Franticly in search of what you take for granted
If I am a seed that cannot grow
Why have I been planted?