The fictitious smile
The cheerful laughter
The pleasant greetings.
Are all deceived you see.
My calm quiteness, hides all that I compose from my woes.
How are you doing today?
I ask not that I really care.
Ploting against on the inside.
I act nice as someone who you think is nice.
I didn’t even try to say that nicely.
My mask must be slipping.
I may not be able to keep this facade up for much longer.
I am the devil in white.
Or so I was once told.
By a wise man up north.
“You are the devil, real as can be.
Cheer up honey, it’s sunny show them teeth.
Be nice as you can be, so no-one can see. Be all you can be by this if not…
Who knew I would fall in love with the first devil?
His words still echo into my ears.
Or maybe it’s just the voices I hear?
Please God if you can hear me shoot me.
I’m just kidding.
I am just a loon.
Trapped in a cocoon.
Trying to hide my disturbing personality.