Don't Complain

A poem I recently discovered that I wrote in 1990.

The pain, the pain,

don't complain,

what does that do,

but drive people away,

away from you.

Even to doctors,

you're put in a class

of the patients,

who are a pain in the a*s.

So you spend much time

hiding any clues,

pasting on a smile,

with super glue.

So, what do you do

when the glue won't stick

and you can't act the lie?

The solution is-you die. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and direct words my friend.
"So, what do you do
when the glue won't stick
and you can't act the lie?
The solution is-you die. "
Your honest pen make the reader think and ponder surviving with the pain. Thank you for sharing the amazing and powerful poetry.
Coyote

[Barbara Walker]

thank you johnnie!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Miguel Chicas]

The meaning to hide your sadness until the day your death comes just to see if someone will notice, once that person is gone they now know what you were truly going through behind that smile. amazing poem.

[Barbara Walker]

Thank you Mikey!