My tears splash onto the blank canvas
of my already scarred skin,
my exhausted mind wondering what is true.
I look closer at this hollow shadow of mine,
so engulfed in throbbing thoughts that never stop;
laughing is simply missing.
It's a dark time of year for me,
too many voices of doubt in my head,
and I wish they could all talk slower
so I could explore the insecurities that make them grow.
But instead I fool the world,
and try to fool myself.
The best dazzling smile
is a brilliant lie
to the blind eyes
in the world.
