I don't believe you,
when you say,
those three words,
the three magic sylables,
each sylable with its own emotion,
forming a sentence of commotion.

A powerful sentence,
yet you say it careless.
The words glide out of your mouth,
over your dry lips,
as they dance in the air,
without a care,
they end up in my ear,
as they find comfort here.

One natural response,
and my heart is racing,
Not knowing the consequences,
it will be facing.

My brain holds back,
trying to keep my heart on track,
trying to restrain,
but still reminding it of the pain,

The fake smile changed in a frown,
as soon as I looked down.

My mascara blends out,
as my tears take a route.
The scars that are left behind,
leave an impression on my mind
and an engraving in my heart,

People stared at me,
wondering who I could be,
avoiding my biggest fears,
and covering up my tears,
make-up was a mask,
and it was my new task,
I changed my role,
to protect my soul.
-a.s