Mourn, No, It's Meaningless

I, mourn.
Not like others,
But in silence.
They see a smile,
Hear words of humor,
Then, judge.
That of which, only describes vision,
through eyes.
But in his heart,
There exists,
Grief,
Anguish,
Pain,
Burdens,
Nightmares,
A broken spirit,
A shattered heart,
A corroded soul,
So much suffering.
That is no stereotype.

Author's Note

Poem #10.