On the outside
I'm all smiles and giggles.
Hugs and kind words.
Inwardly, I'm silently screaming.
My hurt is unearthed
At the sound of triggers.
Pulling me forward and backwards again.
Lies inside telling me I can't win.
And they seem to never lose.
I find myself favoring snooze because I just don't want to leave my bed.
Recalling all the things the darkness in me said.
Maintaining them as truth.
Mirakol Smith, April 26, 2015