smiley face
like the round, yellow sticker
grade school teachers
put on the papers of kids
that were never me
This fake happy is killing me.
surrendering to it
making me grimace
or rather grin
a grotesque smirk
mocking my own feelings with this,
this thing.
I cannot cry forever though
my tears have long since dried
my heart long ago died
you can't twist the knife any more
there will be no reaction
the pain only makes me smile now
evidence in this numb
that I'm still alive
everyone has their own demons
but I am my own
and the light I treasured
once inside
as I bleed out
slowly flickers
and dies.