“Lake Tides”

will I be found out
that I’m not happy
will the tears
show through my eyes
they’re like a river
always rising
above the dam
exploding through
drowning seeds
pulling up dirt
mixing the foundation
to look murky

will the murkiness show
without me writing?
will the mask of happiness
become all I know?

time to go put on a show
who put the dam there anyway