One by one the stitches are placed,
Forcing a smile upon my face.
Bones are broken and I am in pain,
But this smile makes others oblivious,
And it drives me insane.
I walk through the world,
Unable to frown.
I wish sometimes to cry,
And drop to the ground.
But I can't, you see,
As it is others that I must set free.
I remove their stitches,
And let them cry.
I do this because,
Well I don't know why.
Too often others try to help me,
But I tell them I'm fine,
Wishing they could truly see,
The pain that I call mine.
Time moves on,
No matter what you do,
And stitches are replaced,
From old to new.
Many hide emotions,
But they have someone,
Who helps them.
I have no trust,
To let someone remove my stitches.
