i am aggressive.
aggressively happy, aggressively sad.

i will be the sun that crashes through
your window and warms your living room with my laughter, i will melt your candles and burn your eyes with my smile. i will furnish your home with my voice and hang memories of us on the walls of your heart. i will scorch you by surprise like a seat belt in july, i will scald your cupid's bow with my cherry lips and you will never get my taste out of your mouth. i will set your house on fire.

but on the hard days, i will not.

i will drain the color from your life. my tears will wash the pigment from the walls and pull the curtains shut. you won't remember what sunshine feels like. my shivering shoulders will **** the warmth out of our shared home, establishing a winter not with crystalline ice but with a bone-chilling cold whose frost bites at anything exposed - your heart, your fingers, your nose - don't let me get too close.

i will be your sunshine, and then i will leave you out in the rain.
i wish i could be a calm, pleasant day, but i can only be fire, i can only be ice.
i'm sorry, but i've never known gray - i've never done anything halfway.

A smile on this face, but beyond this mask is nothing fake,
a frown with tears flowing down,
a heart break here and there, patches and bandages everywhere
but little do you know everyone has this
a mask of social lies, and a lot of cries
so next time in the mirror
you shouldn't try with no one near
take this off and let yourself go
from the prisons of deep chambers
in the darkest times of all
stuck in a moment in the past, all pieces go together
to form your true cracks
put them together and discover yourself
make this grow and grow and slowly heal your self below

I wear no mask, no deliberate one,
I wear a smile while I'm seen,
But don't remove it because im pretending,
While you're not looking, my face falls,
But only for while I feel lonely,
The second someone speaks to me,
I'm happy again,
And when you stop, I'm lonely once more.