Poezja

You see a happy little child                                                          
With my face a look too mild                                                    
Listen to the meaning of my words                                             
Does the tone shock you like stomping herds                         
And now my black eyes create fear                                   
Blackness so wonderful and clear                                               
You think where could be my sweet baby                                   
And all the smiles I used to see                                             
Behind that what just a body                                                          
No interest of life to get a hobby                                                
How well I’ve hidden from you                                           
Although I laugh doesn’t mean happiness is true                       
Yet you go back to ignoring my pain                                        
Gone away for a giggle without a strain