A poker face of bright eyes
and a cheerful smile
hide the pain and confusion
tied to an unrepairable past.
Yet I keep on living
the very same lie,
letting others take from me,
feeding off the pain inside.
This addiction I hold
to the hammer pounding on my head
is slowing killing me inside.
And just as I feel
as if the pain might actually subside,
and a turn towards happiness
will be taken in my life,
my skill is split open
harder than ever before,
and my heart keeps breaking
a little bit more.
Yet I keep on taking in
the pain and suffering thrown my way,
my only true fear being its end