It’s so weird,
When you can’t share,
It seems like,
That no one cares,
About what’s in the heart,
And what’s in the head,
Everybody thinks,
That you are just mad.
But in reality,
There’s a volcano inside,
Waiting for a chance to erupt,
So the lava can glide.
That’s when you,
Pull on a masquerade,
Since that’s a healing ointment,
And the only band-aid. fake smile