Painted Happiness

Painted Happiness

The teardrops run down, and fall off her nose,
She cries in dark corners, where nobody goes,
You can follow the tracks, from her eyes to her chin,
Years upon years of letting them win, her eyes tell a story of anger and pain,
She may say she’s happy, but take a look again,
The anger causes pain inside, too deep to understand,
And the pain in turn, will cause, more malice to her hand,
Her smile is now painted, she’s a master of disguise,
And you can see it all too, just look her in the eyes.

She spits in the ashes, of the bridge that she burned,
Creating a paste, to paint on her terms, her soul stretched like a canvas,
Her hair as her brush, she remembers their words,
Corroded like rust, she paints to forget,
Rust orange, ash black, she dips the brush in,
Ready to attack, first, she makes one stroke,
Then goes up to ten, but each stroke she makes,
Still reminds her of them.

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