Smile
I'd bare my soul but it's too cold
I haven't been warm in a while
Although I understand I'm fully dressed
Because I wear this smile
I trust everyone and no one
Conflict assaults my soul
One side of me is a prisoner
And the other one is on parole
I'm torn apart from the inside out
Though I appear to be put together
I wear wings like I have risen above
Yet I'm frayed like a single feather
My wounds are hideous but healing
Leaving scars that I cannot erase
I wear them all on the inside
And betray them with my face
Shivering under these layers
I'm dressed in my usual style
Never feeling concealed enough
Yet fully dressed with a smile
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