A Smile

A thousand blood stained tears are the pressure on my eyes,
The scars of channelled anger are the comfort of your lies.

Although my smile can hide the pain by locking it inside,
It soon becomes a burden and I wish I'd never lied.

A burden of fake identity is all it seems to share,
Relieves you of a surfaced scratch but far beyond repair.

Stop and stare a how this girl can laugh her way through rain,
Miss the part where hurt returns to haunt her once again.

Lead people into false mind as you're breaking all the while,
Mislead them to think they can take advantage,
Of this girl
With the lasting smile.