Smile at the Seams

I know that smile,

The one I’ve seen so many times before

Wondering if this world is worthwhile,

Which says you can’t do this anymore.

 

 

That ever thinning crimson veil,

Between you and reality;

Hiding your gruesome tale,

With a false sense of normality.

 

The one that conceals the hurt,

That piercing pain of trampled dreams,

Suppressed, broken and left in the dirt,

As your ambition begins to tear at the seams.

 

 

I know that smile,

That smile, I’ve worn so many times before…