Bright Smiles and Silent Tears

Lines to white lies grow more scattered
Weaving a wicked little waste of a face
To wear but it won't hide my eyes

What's in the name of manifest destiny
For a sad illusion of no sins or worries
With the finer things in life as their disguise

I rot from the inside out each day
With every word slipping from burning tongue
Utterances of love from a wretch like me

Smiling faces and lifted spirits say I'm beautiful
But still I retreat to the silence to nurse my wounds
Even in the light some days I just ain't free