For others, I hide
The tear in my eye
For myself, I cry
For others, I smile
All the while
For myself, I voice my bile
For others, I seem
A happy little thing
For myself, I solemnly sing
For others, I'm quiet
My skin a pale white
For myself, I'm awake
Long into night
For others, I speak
Of only wonderful things
For myself, I keep
My most horrendous dreams
For others
I'm nothing
But a memory
