Draped,
in a long sleeve
shirt,
to cover the evidence
And painting an expression
of contentful bliss
But it is simply an illusion
for the sake of others
Denial the easiest act to employ
Crimson tears stream down
and pool on the floor
A slight shudder
from the sting of the razor’s kiss
Momentary reprieve
from the turbulance in her mind
This pain her only time of joy
But the outside world only sees
the smile on her face
A subtle attempt to make it seem
like nothing’s amiss
Her false expression
of happiness forever a burden to her
Because no one wants a broken toy…