To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Staying Tough

I'm crumbling slowly on the inside

But I gotta keep smiling for Sammy

To myself I've said crap and lied

Yet no one else must truly see

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That I'm already a broken mirror

Tears threatening to burst at the seams

Behind all that sass is raw horror

No one really perceives the real Dean

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I'm tough as my leather jacket

But like a snivelling lamb, also meek

I'm cool like a cube of ice, I'm the shit

But my heart's confused, torn, weak

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Bitter alcohol keeps me at bay

Dive into intoxication everyday

I got a lot of heavy personal issues

Got no time for ice cream and tissues

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But no matter how falling apart I feel

I just gotta stay strong for everyone

I stick it out, my problems aren't real

And no chick flick moments, Sam.