Hands shaking
Stomach chearning
Don't want to go
But mom is yearning
No idea how
No idea why
Just go back to bed
Whisper good night
Too bad for me
Stay strong and go
And this time
No tears or big show
Would love to sleep
Or stay and write
Talk to him all day
Instead of all night
It fades away
For my smile becomes paint
Wear it all day
Never going faint
What lurks behind
My painted smile
Is almost never
Worth your while
Wanting to be true
Why don't others try
Maybe it's because
They'll never know I cry
My painted smile
Covers up my pain
Others see me happy
When behind, I'm right before a train
My painted smile
Perfect for my disguise
Lying is easy
With only my eyes
My painted smile
Nonexistent to most
As well as my rare lies
With only my eyes
My painted smile
Rare to be true
I have it to please
The world and you
My painted smile
Made to fo
No pain to be revealed
Although it rules
My painted smile
Hides the pain inside me
'tis only true
When we talk, making me very happy
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