A Poet's Pain

For a long time at one point in my life I had forgot what my smile looked like, but I knew my tears very well. The pain that I had to conceal behind my pearly whites was killing me inside and my tragedies began to bleed onto all aspects of my life and I knew that I would lose my smile again if I didn’t heal and release the things buried so deep, so I’m taking that weight off my shoulders and letting my demons die where they found me!