Another Day

Every day hurts, though we go on another day.

A plea for help, a cry of sorrow,
It remains the same, till the day after tomorrow.
Will they miss me when I am gone,
Or would they act like nothing's wrong?
Will there be tears shed in vain,
Or will my mark be a stain?
My joy has melted to anger, then tears,
And I feel like I have fought for years.
I close my eyes, ready to rest,
I am tired of these faithful tests.
The metal is cold, soon like me,
In seconds I will soon be free.
A click of the lock upon the door,
I go to see though my heart is sore.
Mom is home with bags in hand,
I go to help, somehow I stand.
She says thank you and gives me a hug,
I feel something and gently shrug.
She sees some pain within my eyes,
And we have a talk about my disguise.
I feel better, but my feelings will lapse,
I put away the thought, another day, perhaps.