Behind the smile (The mask)

As your days grow darker with each rise of the sun. You sense your world has become so much smaller.

Then it once was...

But your forced to push on...so you do.

In order to complete these everyday tasks.

This is what you do...

You wear a mask for every occasion. Life on repeat always streaming.

Sometimes they help to be confident
or remain in the crown unnoticed.
Like bodies floating next to a lotus.

I see beauty opposed to the more nervous...

Or even express a feeling. Mine always smiles full of life covering scars of spite.

Or the greed feeding...

Studied and perfected to the last detail or flaw. You wear it so much that you forget who you are.

Unaware of the amount of energy it takes to wear this mask.
It consumes you a little bit every moment worn.

No one ever lasts...

The hate I hide inside my temple becomes more and more aggressive.

Never letting up ever so clever...

this demon boils,burns and bubbles
making rages razor blade.

Always a inch from being severed...

behind the mask.
No one ever sees What lies behind the smile.

Are demons I'm forced to please...