Weeping

I weep,
for the family I will never know.
For the laughter of children I will never have,
for the wife that will be mine.

I weep,
for the life I dream of,
the job that I love
and money I will never have.

I weep,
for the fullfillment of being a father,
for the satisfaction of being a lover,
for the reward of supporting my family.

I weep.

And no matter how hard I try, I cannot stop.
So I put on my mask and face the world.
A joker on the outside, dying on the inside.
What masks do you wear?