Behind the Scenes (pt. 1)
(And cut)
Cause here is where I can be free
releasing a smile that comforts like the first swallow of a hot caramel latte,
hugging the soul
recedes from view.
Who says that the presence of a smile can depict a new…beginning?
My beam of glory does
not align you to my story!
I cannot benefit from the endorphins
your brain fabricates for
relieving of stress when you are blind to the blotting out torment my smile does not indicate.
We are not the same
as I’m bleeding out pain
undressing my thoughts behind closed doors,
my sores I’m left to absorb.
And all you see is
My smile
then turn around to say how strong I am, when you can’t see the amount of bottles I down
a night (is how weak I am) intoxicated to the pain I bare.
I wear it well.
Don’t you dare tell me I’m wrong to feel like this
Always ominous in my reality
because at the end of the day you can never say you knew a life like this.
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