Smiling faces tell lies

Lies of happiness and contentment

I paste mines on, doodled it on a sketch pad and placed it in front of my face

Hiding my eyes that allow you to see beyond the surface

Prohibiting access to my soul

Blocking the senses that would allow anyone to notice my current state

I heard it’s written all over your face, you don’t have to say a word

The song says “your smile for me is better than any word I ever heard”

So in order to clearly convey that which is inaccurate, I put this face on

I call it a masquerade, because I’m expected to look on the bright side of things

To believe in that which I don’t see and delight in things hoped for…

I didn’t know the belief in this means that pain ceases and sorrow doesn’t overwhelm me

Smiling faces tell lies

Lies of bliss and glee

Only if I could tap into that which the pain is intended to produce

Because strength I can’t seem to find

How much more must I endure before this process reaps a harvest

I have had enough and I’ve grown weary

Desperately wanting to remove this template from in front of my face