I paste a smile on my face, to show the world I'm o.k. Though I'm twisted, torn, and tattered, they'll never see through my facade. I know that they will never see, the pain I'm going through. I know that they will never know, the pain I brought to you. I'll smile my brightest smile, as I cry deep down inside. I'll be polite and kind and courteous, they'll never know my soul has died. I'll keep moving through the motions, breathing in yet breathing out. As my spirit screams in anguished torment, no one will hear my silent shouts.