fake smile

his perfect tan skin always amuses,

He chooses clothes that will hide his buries,

Waking down the Street with an unbeatable grace,

No one knows the torture he had face;

He watches the a clock with a sad broken face,

When someone approaches the smile is back in it's place.

When he thinks of her, he cries

She used to energize his body in a different style,

He starts dissolving in his tears,

She promised to stay with him forever.

No matter how many times it happens it hurts,

It continues for hours and ends,

He wakes up next morning sore ready to pretend that he is okay he is perfect.

Putting up his smile,he fixes himself,

His trademark smile is back in his place,

The sadness is blocked by his smile,

He heads out of door repeating the cycle again.
~arush