For the first time I can't write
My mind is still, not willing to take flight
No emotions to express or show
So weighed down, no confidence to follow.
I'm trapped in a standstill
Of being nothing or having the will
Of once again writing with emotion.
but my heart is a desert and my mind is dead,
My pen still in my hand, remaining with no motion.

I rely upon the smile to deceit
For every person it's a repeat.

They talk to the smile and it replies
While I watch, as they eat the lies.

They compliment and gesture
The mask smiles and responds, so pure.

No one sees the face from under the mask
With the flawless smile seemingly everlast.

It takes a person with the same painted smile so see the darkness behind.
As it brings upon the pain that will make your thoughts rewind.

It takes the same smile to know what has to be done.
To remove each other's mask and say that you have won.

I sit here and re-read what I have written down.
My smile agrees, but with a frown.