Written by: Richard Lamoureux

Reaching forward, pulled in reverse
Tentacles of, depressions curse

Smiles on the outside, are not real
Hiding the true way, that I feel

Illusional reality
That I hope will soon set me free

It's not my goal that I pretend
I'm trying to make this sadness end

Smiles given, meant to protect you
I don't want you, to see me blue

I wade through the muck for a while
My best protection is this smile

If I let it, this smile may lift
Outer image, inner mood shift

Dedicated to anyone who is going through a season of sadness.
It does not have to be a permanent condition. Help is available.