Behind perfect smiles
Fragmented hearts lay.
Minds full of sinister darkness
That we are too afraid to address.
We fear talking about our mortality or sanity.
About the suffocation that comes with being alive.
Our minds drive us to madness.
The confinement of our own mutilated conscious.
Thoughts that provoke unhinged actions.
Damned, I feel.
knowing my anguish is created by myself.
If I showed you the chaos, could you understand?
Or would you deduct it to a phase? An imaginative mind?
Is my rawness too offensive?