Everyday I wear a smile,
Paint on a happy face,
And slip on a coat of confidence
That only I know doesn't really exist.

I pretend to remember the good times,
Ignore the bad times if need be,
And wash my hands of all the pain
That constantly eats away at my reserves.

Only I can see the tears that were cried,
The blood that was spilled,
And the lesions that had formed
From the cuts on my battered soul,
But I can't afford to let others
See the aching inside of me
Because if there's one thing I can't take,
It's the pity of those who've suffered greater.

Then I meet those who haven't known a single trial.
Who go through life oblivious to the hurt
That haunts me everyday.
I long to be naive and innocent,
But its one thing that I cannot
And never will be able to obtain.

So I wear my facade,
Determined not to let it show,
And when the wounds I hide,
Manage to ooze past the walls that I have built,
I **** it back in and pretend it never happened
And everyone goes back to their regular routine.

Every day of my life is a lie,
Because I refuse to let anyone see how much I hurt.
They wouldn't understand,
Nor would they truly care about it.

So I just wear a smile,
Paint on a happy face,
And slip on a coat of confidence
That I know will never really be mine.

Façade colored with
The brightest colors
Yet, they look lackluster
Every year a fresh coat
Making it a ritual
To paint away the yesteryear
When blemishes appear
Once the colors loved
Now, fade away from memory
Layers upon layers
Trying to hide realities
Fault lines and cracks
Making the walls weaker
No one cares anymore
Not time to sit and ponder
Colors can only hide temporarily
In the long run
Even the brightest colors
Will fade in front of, true colors
Façade with discordant hues
Trying to wipe away
The discordant world
It may take years, or generations
But façade will be exposed

A Façade.
I like it that way.
I play a part,
From the very start.
But my façade isn't what is in my heart.