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Broken Smile


Once there was a lonely child Who to the world seemed rather lost And her sole release came from Outburst Outburst Little soul so full of storm One could say a spoiled thing Just a spark and she drove all Away Away Never once used her thoughts Never once made any sense All her actions and words had been Mindless Mindless O to discover clarity She had refused that chance For years with rage Always drove them away Memories fade away As she bears her broken smile Misty days though the sun is out She cannot comprehend Misery that she has spread Due to her mindless games Sanity teetering on the edge Off the cliff within Never understood Always unaware Never any good Were the words from her broken smile Years passed and as she grew Her conscience soon was born And her past bombarded her with Cruelty Cruelty Gazes from the past sunk in And clung onto her skin And she thought the present was Watching Watching Walls built to keep the beast in Began crushing in her soul It hurts to breath Emotions take up space "Take away all these feelings They are no use to me!" She had said with heavy heart And then a broken smile "If statues can survive centuries Then I can live as stone." And gradually her heart Began to disappear No more misery Only solitude No more worry Of someone else's prying eyes They were never taken away They were locked in the depths of her heart "Now look at what you've done, demon!" She had shouted to no one but herself But then a light seemed to shine for her "What is this?" Then the fog seemed to clear away For once she can see with some clarity That girl That girl It's me It's me My past even now is Forever haunting me Disgusted as I am now I cannot make a change I suppose I must bear with it All with a broken smile Moving on is a tough process But I will survive This fog that gave birth to me I swear I will escape I once found I was growing wings Maybe I'll learn to fly With this clarity I've gained I will surely make it out And I'll continue living Carrying this broken smile This dull life I will brighten up With my false laugh Perhaps one day I will make it real There's one way to find out Through this cold unforgiving mist Someone reached out to me There are others who smile at me I wonder hopefully Do they not care About who I was? Did they see my growth? The person I came out to be? I will find out!
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