The Unseen by Ananya Verma

In the echo of laughter, hides a sigh 

Unseen, unheard are its lies.

Wracked with guilt or filled with sorrow   

Who knows with what it lies?

Is it sadness hidden behind the mask of happiness? 

Or happiness giving way to emptiness?

Is it peace in a room filled with strangers?

Or despair hiding in plain sight?

Does anyone even hear this? 

Maybe they do... but do they understand? 

Afterall, in between the laughter, who notices the cries?