Unspoken truth

The truth with in I can not speak,
it holds me like a proson.
I send away my hope and emotion;
deep within myself- making me a tool.
The skies I glare at dance with fury,
for that is my passion.
The suns cryies towards the end of the day,
for that is my cry for a relision.
My shadow reveals a bitter sweet end to a lie I call a life.
If I could I would let it out, but the words are traped in my mouth
too hurtful to be said.
I seek a brighter tomorrow but as I awake
the raindrops seem to laugh they taunt and tease
as if I am nothing
This truth I hide is like a dark cloud that devours my blue skies
and my brighter days
and as long as I keep lieing to the world I am lieing to myself
and I can not brake free from this darkness
until this unspoken truth is told