Shadows of Pretentions

Do you hear the cries
of famished souls:
in desperate search
for their salvation?
Dwelling in anguish
are their grieving hearts:
poignantly screaming
in the chambers of dark.

Like ashen spirits
in a perplexed world,
their lives revolve
in constant morose.
The irony, though,
are their deceiving smiles:
beaming in their lips,
but not in their eyes.

Alas, they're pretentious;
and with this they say,
they're not suffering
from any pain...
but listen closely
as they start to speak:
each voice is dolorous,
amidst the deceits.

Hopefully in time,
they'll be transparent.
May they start to reveal
the emotions they've kept;
cause if they remain
to veil their tears,
they will soon be consumed
by their own sanity.