It's
too
quiet.

Fickle is the word that comes to mind

How fragile is this smile on my face?
out of place
it feels painted
but I believe it
and it believes me

I don't believe myself,
with these sparkles in my eyes
its not like me to feel this nice

I figure it will fade
but each laugh is certain
Like I've tasted something sweet
it whispers I'm still young
that there's light behind the curtain

feeble as each step I take,
could I fall from such high heights?
Is this a new world for me?
is something not right?