Smiles, put on; happy, engaging
Internal walls are crumbling, raging
Darkness, a weight - breath just a spurt
Intangible things causing tangible hurt

Near to home, dear to heart, blessings abound
But nigh in thy ***** cobwebs are found
Joy is a thief of sorrow's expression
Lifting up others while veiling depression

Patience, yes patience.. the months become years
The lines become blood; the hopes become tears
The blame, the self-loathing, they rot in the gut
And each success story's another small cut