Silence on the outside,
                                        loud chatter on the in.
Perfecting my facade,
                                        to hide the pain
                                                                ­     within.

A* fake smile on my face,
                                        as they start to spill out:
The demons in my closet,
                                        the pieces of my
                                                                ­     *heart.

Doubting I can do it,
                                        I shake the thought from my mind.
Replace the pieces and the gleem,
                                        and live as though I'm
                                                                ­      fine.