A smile is on your face, a painted thing,
A sunbeam trapped inside a frosted pane.
You laugh, a sound that tries so hard to ring
With joy, but falls a little short, in vain.
You reach for light, you grasp at golden thread,
And weave it round, a fragile, shimmering shield.
But shadows linger, stories left unsaid,
A heavy weight, a secret never revealed.
The heart wants to leap, to dance, to truly soar,
But something holds it back, a binding chain.
You push and pull, you struggle to explore,
This happiness that feels like constant pain.