Wounds* speak more
Of pain than words can do
No matter how
I cover them, they always
Scream
Can you not hear it?

I don’t like it
when people
look at me.
I’m always afraid
that they will see
the cracks
in my soul,
and realize
that they don’t even
want me
as a shadow.

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'm running on the playground of life,
There are so many ways
This can go, to what end,
People hop scotching
Numbers
Squares
In-between,
The lines never told you that the squares
Are fate never moving off one
Or landing on Ten, its a game of
Chance, will you jump
Or stay safely on the footing
The square your on now,
Then there they are those
You know you see them playing
With the rope, around it goes
Skip,
Jump,
Fall,
Jumping over life's troubles,
The more you jump the
Faster
It
Goes
You get caught in the troubles,
"Life isn't now skipping along"
It takes your feet from underneath
Now your just hanging
Feet off the ground
Life,
Death,
Regret,
The rope ends the troubles
The noose tightened
And the troubles
Were last moments
Now you are still,
We will play many games
"Running On The Playground Of Life"
Just don't fall, don't get out of your depth,
Life is for living some games are **better left.