"smiles"
They say it's anxiety
But i know this dread in my heart
Comes from some other place,
I see all these faces
Whisper their secrets
Tightly on the skin
Of their lips,
Looking to see
If anyone is listening,
Their distrustful eyes
Showing the lies
Their smiles keep hidden.
I, however, am listening.
It's like a different language.
They say one thing
And
Mean something else entirely,
They think i don't know,
They cackle their arrogant laugh
Sharing in the fact
They think their secrets are safe,
But I cackle that last laugh
Because i know i went mad
A long while ago.
Only knowing now
My sanity
Is only valid within my dread.
-Armando Torres