Infinitely afraid

It's in the way we speak,
The sentences left unsaid,
Every dead memory,
Hanging in our heads,
As we try to cover up wounds,
That should never have been made,
Pretending to smile,
And laugh,
While inside everything is crumbling,
But we cannot say it,
It comes out,
A forced laugh instead,
And we put on our masks,
Join this endless masquerade,
Playing the game of fate,
Gambling away what would have been happiness,
Feeling the wretchedness,
But still the words we could not speak in the day,
It comes out in quiet whispers,
Accompanied by tears,
For we are still infinitely afraid.

~Rei Shiori