crashlanding [poetry]

through the cracks.

you can always tell
when a machine's
broken down

people are a bit more
difficult

maybe they're already
broken

or they're perfectly fine

you wouldn't know

cause they are better at hiding it
than a machine

but sometimes you just see
the way their smiles
don't reach the eyes anymore
or the sadness that clouds
over their lips
as they speak

you see
these are not easy
to spot
but sometimes,
if we look a little closer
even just for a fraction
of
a
second

we catch
through the cracks
a glimpse
of the demons
they face
each night