a smile,

tis such a strange thing.

a symbol of red-lipped happiness

that hides so much pain.

behind the curtains,

the demons scream for release.

the icy tears form,

and the agony will never cease.

a smile,

oh, a smile so often lies.

of the millions of unspilled tears,

that it attempts not to cry.

behind the plastered grin,

the demons screech and scratch.

a cold scream bursts,

muffled out behind the red-lipped mask.