Mentally
Physically I'm present with a smile on my face
But my mind has drifted off to a cold demented place
Where I can't hide from my problems because their looking me dead in the eye
Broadcasting my pain and relishing in the past to fulfill it's heartless high
I try to escape this pain and yet I can't find the door marked exit
But on the outside my joy is something that ceases to persist
My soul looks through my eyes and cries with envy
Because it's stuck in Hell longing to be free
It's a prisoner to itself with no timetable release
But on the outside I do nothing and relax while shooting a breeze
Why can't my insides reflect my cool free spirited outer demeanor?
Better yet why can people on the outside hear my laughs but not see my burning tears?
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