when the day starts dark
i wake up with the smile already painted on
ready to act the part
follow the daily groove
moving robotically through the morning
Let the routine soothe
the pain that tries to crack
this fragile exterior that’s straining at the edges
as what’s inside starts to fight back
the confusion of what to feel
that starts to drag away that painted smile
Giving glimpses of the raw, the real.
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Author:
Middlearth (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2019 02:40
- Category: Reflection
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That real can always be the smile coming from within your heart.
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