I smile. They smile back,
Life goes on, stays on track.
I reassure them that its alright,
I'm okay, I'm a strong girl, right?
Even if underneath this flesh there's nothing more,
Than a tortured soul, unstable to the very core.
Despair etched into the skin, cursed with sadness,
Broken pieces of a heart, coated in madness.
Memories teasing, lighting the match, licking the flames,
Caged up in what society would like to be called a game.
But I smile, they smile back,
Life goes on, even though I'm drifting off the track.
They stop asking if I'm alright,
No-one notices, cause I'm a strong girl. . . Right?
