The fictitious smile The cheerful laughter The pleasant greetings. Are all deceived you see. My calm quiteness, hides all that I compose from my woes. How are you doing today? I ask not that I really care. Ploting against on the inside. I act nice as someone who you think is nice. I didn't even try to say that nicely. My mask must be slipping. Or cracking. I may not be able to keep this facade up for much longer. I am the devil in white. Or so I was once told. By a wise man up north. "You are the devil, real as can be. Cheer up honey, it's sunny show them teeth. Be nice as you can be, so no-one can see. Be all you can be by this if not... Just flee." Who knew I would fall in love with the first devil? His words still echo into my ears. Or maybe it's just the voices I hear? Please God if you can hear me shoot me. I'm just kidding. I am just a loon. Trapped in a cocoon. Trying to hide my disturbing personality.