Why can't you see it when you look deep into my lying blue eyes?
How don't you feel it when you're deep inside?
When I put on a face and force this fake smile,
How can you not tell that something is eating me alive...?
I can see the monster so clearly in my own reflection,
But you don't seem to notice the bruises and scars of my self affliction,
They are so apparent to this restless, aching heart but,
Maybe you can't see because you don't have the time to watch me fall apart...
This heart of mine is so dead and bloated  
How can't you feel or smell that when you hold me?
There is so much weighing heavy on my mind,
That I'm running out of places for it to hide.
There's an endless aching in my bones,
A nervous ticking in my brain,
Am I really that good at putting on a face?
Apparently, I've had a lot of practice,
So I'll just continue to express these feelings freely
in the only thing that takes the time to listen,
                                                                            my poetry...