Pretender

Now and then I walk out.  I go into the day.
Everyone thinks I am happy this way.
They do not see, they do not suspect.
They only see smiles but in truth I am wrecked.
They see my face and think they see joy.
In truth I'm distraught behind this mask of a boy.
My intentions are darker then people like to believe.
That is the power to trick and deceive.
It is a trick I so shamefully learned, to keep my many
secrets from being upturned.
I use my mask even after I tire.
A seemingly joyous smirk bringing me not but more ire.
I await the day when I am risen higher, only to fall back into
hell's burning fire.