Approval appears so the mask with the fake smile
Welds itself to your broken features
Temporary glue to fill the cracks
You show what they want: A puppet of glass
In which's chest bricks reside
Threatening to break through; break you
Tears run worn trails of mascara
down your cheeks
But you're finally normal
Skinny-Ish, pretty
You should be happy
As screams scrape the surface too silent for sound
You remain in ruins
Too internally ruined
Too afraid of worse
Worse situations, worse feelings
Too afraid to change.
So I'll keep acting like I'm ok.
-T.Smith
YOU ARE READING
Insight
RandomA window into my mind That I myself can almost never find Pieces of my soul Maybe one day I'll feel whole Maybe if I let you see the real me Yes, the one that's not quite as bright as can be So look into the windows Maybe you'll find the real...
