The Act

Broken dreams Full of lies How it feels here inside This shattered heart of mine Shriveled seeds Never blooming Continuously feeds The agonizing fuming Battered and abused Incomplete and wholly confused Terror filled nightmares Even sewn back up, it tears Simply unknown, never to grow Like a river never allowed to flow Stumbles and falls hitting all the knocks Like tripping over that bed of uneven rocks Always alone Though you would never of known By the facade shown How badly the heart, the soul has torn Eclipsed by shadows Pretending happiness is on the surface Like walking through beautiful flower meadows Showing to your face only what is in front of the curtains