Every day i put on a brave face to the outside world,always smiling,always laughing, always joking,but that pretence is becoming more difficult to maintain.
No one wants to be around a miserable person who is forever complaining and so my pretence continues,and i have always been known as the joker but increasingly the joke is on me.
When i go out with friends and colleagues i am always considered the person of fun,and i dont disappoint ,i keep up this facade and never let them down,but it comes at a price,the price i pay is like the loneliness of the long distance runner.
I arrive home,put the key in the lock,and walk into an empty house,but for the saving grace of my two 4 legged friends with fur on,Yonnie and Diva, i would be done.
And now alone,i cry all day....Alone again,naturally .