Vacuous

Sometimes, everyone has vacuous soul,
When the heart's tears shead on your sceen.
You think,you'll be good,slip on your stole,
But in yourself, understand. You're mean.

Smile to everyone, say "everything good",
Swellow in silent and shiver with lie,
Hide it from other,that nobody could,
Was it achievement or your bitter tie?

There is nothing to be done, and you know.
Nervously fiddle the bit of your coat,
This hit is strongly, than your intense soul.
And it overcome you, baring your road.

How to discuss? How to step over it?
Your head seach the only response,
Don't want to sense, but your heart only need,
Him.That without all still be nonsense.