Peace

There 

are times 

I go to 

war with myself. 

No one knows what goes 

on inside me, but there 

are bombs and grenades going 

off, exploding, leaving shrapnel 

in every nook and cranny of my 

psyche.  I hate myself every time I 

go through this exercise for I know what 

turmoil that it causes, turmoil that I 

hide with every smile and wave, 

hiding what is happening, 

me trying to show a 

happy man, not a soul 

fighting himself 

in a search 

for some  

peace.