Here’s a sonnet I wrote for English class. Hope you like it!
We walk ‘round town with hand in hand, to look
content in front of all. Pretend we’re well,
pretend we’re fine, just like a storybook.
For with our love, so very nonpareil
no pain endures, no sorrow shall remain.
So smiling we traverse; they’ll never ask
a thing so long we never fade or wane.
But Heaven knows of our deceitful mask.
Our eyes possess the glint of fraud pyrite.
Our hatred simmers, underneath we’re slaves
forever facing who we wish to smite,
a secret to suppress to our own graves.
We’re only liars playing love to hide
the unrelenting grudging beast inside.