Wat hides behind this smile. Broken, torn, shredded pieces of sanity. Clouds dripping wet from raining on my parade entirely. All while a suicidal Tinkerbell sprinkles poisoned pixie dust around me. Wat hides behind this smile? Cracked lips, crooked teeth, dry tongue. Spewing lies, memories unwanted, horrors sung. Hall of mirrors, neverending stairs. Play house indeed. Playing off ur fears. Wat hides behind this smile? An ominous presence threatening the last strand of reality. Bits fall away like dust and like dust there is No clarity. This smile is the very essence of who I can be. And when it fades I begin to crumble steadily. ©
amorousqueen amorousqueen
26-30, F
Mar 7, 2012