My smiles are stitched in place
my words are a script
my laughs are rehearsed
I fold the anger under my skin
swallow the pain down
tuck the shame behind my hair
every heartbreak deep down inside my chest
I have mastered the art
of disguising my demons
but when you look at me
I am transparent
every story floods from my skin
bursting to be told
begging to be discovered
when you hold me
you hold every awful memory
and when you kiss me
oh god when you kiss me
it all fades away
and I am free
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
My smiles are stitched in place
my words are a script
my laughs are rehearsed
I fold the anger under my skin
swallow the pain down
tuck the shame behind my hair
every heartbreak deep down inside my chest
I have mastered the art
of disguising my demons
but when you look at me
I am transparent
every story floods from my skin
bursting to be told
begging to be discovered
when you hold me
you hold every awful memory
and when you kiss me
oh god when you kiss me
it all fades away
and I am free
