No Good

Governing a smile with tension Doing my best not to raise suspicion- But it does me no good Gone awhile without showing the expression The frail and distort paleness in complexion Tried my best to be present, yet so far I've failed at showing the proof Kindness and sincerity flushed from me Wasted down rusted pipes and cracked tubing Faking it impossibly, but doing my best to stay cool While fully aware that it does me no good Though on the brink of anxiety Banging at the front door of retirement- Because falsity wears on fools Foolishly succumbing Slipping through palms that easily crumble That make weakness seem humble That bears pause to the easily corrupted Trying ones best to overcome the uncomfortable Though completely aware that it does me no good.