Untold stories

There is chaos even beneath the most smiling face; there is a soul screaming it can't pretend anymore.
Behind many such stoic visage lie enormous waves of emotions that're struggling to get to the shore.

Every soul here has an untold story,
a story of failure or heartbreak, a story of misery or glory.

It's restless to be free, it's eager to be heard..
and yet it stays quiet with the fear of being judged.

It's waiting to be embraced wholeheartedly and showered with affection,
but yet it's afraid to free itself as it can't bear more rejection.

So it locks itself in a shell and puts on a face,
the one that goes with the norms of the society and keep up with the pace.

I hope this vicious cycle of pretension will someday break,
these broken hearts need love to survive, no more hatred they can take..

..and when this cycle breaks, peace will prevail,  souls free and bold.
The world will be a happier place, with loneliness non-existent and no stories untold.