I walk out on the street.
My daily routine begun.
Children laugh and dance.
And sing and have fun.

But I know it's to perfect.
Just to well done.
A fake smile is all it takes.
For others to think its fun.

But it's all to clean.
This crisp normal day.
But I never do forget.
That the truth isn't far away.

Behind the glowing smiles.
Behind the bright warm sun.
Past the skin deep laugh.
It's really not that fun.

It all hides in the day.
An illusion of bent light.
To hide the tears away.
To hide the ugly fright.

But when the sun sets.
When it's time to go to sleep.
You have to cry in silence.
You cannot make a peep.

Because today's society.
Is cruel, rude and unfair.
They don't see the scares they make.
When they just don't care.

They don't see the cuts.
They don't see the scar.
They don't know your lucky.
To have made it this far.

But that's not the end.
They don't know the pain.
They don't notice you outside.
To hide your tears with rain.

The outside scars are not the end.
There only a release.
They are only a temporary.
Way to find blissful peace.

The mental wounds run deeper.
They'll never be erased.
Your mind will slowly fracture.
To never be replaced.

They will never care.
Till long after your gone.
Even then it's just for show.
There no meaning to the song.

They say how much your missed.
When they're the ones that did it.
They put the scars in your mind.
You're just the one that hid it.

Those secrets behind white walls.
Those false words of kindness.
None of them matter at night.
The darkness has no bias.