every night she lies in bed, 
the sight of their sufferings fills her head. 
with eyes closed, on a blackened screen,
she pictures them plea for the pain unseen.

in the realm of despair, she sees them breathe
fighting and striving, not willing to concede.
with every breath, and unwavering drive,
through the darkest hours, she sees them thrive.

so she puts on her mask to conceal her strife,
but turmoil lingers within, in the chaos of life.
then reality strikes at the end of the day, 
says no more fooling, it wont sway.

while convincing herself that all is well,
deep down, she knows, that they feel like hell. 
cause it's hard and tough when things ain't fine,
but acknowledging truth is a vital sign.

so she walks with grace, and a touch of secrecy,
within her soul, kindness blooms effortlessly.
so no more bluffing, lets lend a hand
spread love and care, across the land.

-Ummé