A Beautiful Mess

A Beautiful Mess

Turmoil in my heart but my face wear a smile.
If you just knew my feelings you’d question me how?
How do I cope and proceed through such strife?
Without a care in a world; no regret in life.

Though troubles are present, my voice is a laugh,
They assume that I’m fine and they want what I have.
What I have is a wound in my back from a stab
and the weight of the world and I doubt they want half.

My appearance is pleasing and nice on your eyes,
But mine often swell from tears I have cried.
What I feel I don’t show, is it strength I display?
No sorrow for one who made beds and must lay.

For I caused my own struggle, no fault but my own,
No sympathy or symphony, no pity or song.
Regardless of pain there’s no “woe is me”
Cause I’ll paint you the picture I want you to see.