9/6/2019
I think I’m fine
But am I really lying
To myself
And those around me?
Caged within
An outward grin
And all
Which remains unseen
I proudly parade
My endless charade
A mask
Of teeth that sheen
A look so chic
If eyes could speak
D'you hear
Trumpets that gleam?
Or would the truth sound out
A muted shout
To all
Who played naive?
See, inward I know
The lights dimmed low
A lie
It always has been