Poem: My Facade

I act so strong
and old and wise;
it's just an act to hypnotize.
To make you think
it's safe to be
within my arms
and feeling free.
When it's time
for you to go,
the truth comes out
in tears that flow.
I never was strong,
mature or wise,
Just what I had to;
pretend I'm alive.
But underneath
my brave and bluff
sits one small scared
and lonely pup.
A lost tramp mutt who
WIshes the Vet
would find him crying
in his shame
stick in the needle
and kill all his pain.