I  dry my tears, and try to place
A happy smile upon my face.
With practiced skill in make-up, 

Remove signs of misery.
my suffering I dare not show,
And those at work must never know.
... Most envy my enchanted life,
And never dream it holds such strife.
I feels so lost, and all alone,
Remembering the hurt I've known.
I think nobody knows, or cares,
And so my pain I don't know how

to share.
Yet Jesus knows each tear Ive cried,
And for those tears He bled and died.
He longs to every doubt destroy,
And turn my weeping into joy.
He wants to live inside my heart,

until the anxious fears depart.