The only lie I can guiltlessly tell is one where I am fine;
That each day is the straight and narrow,
I quietly walk the line.
Lips quirk up into a convincing smile
as tears pool in my eyes,
Carefully tucked behind the cracked and
glued facade of my disguise.
It flows effortlessly from my lips in
order to sound no alarm.
Some try to read beyond the mask until
I fool them with practiced charm.
If I were to spill my truth, my pain they’d have me define.
But this sadness is not one to share,
it should remain solely mine.
