Fake smiles and false hope

cover up of the brokenness left behind by childhood grope.

I wear a mask to camouflage the pain

but no disguise I wear can diminish what I have sustained.

I build barriers to keep out thoughts of the past 

but these walls only trap in the memories of how I was harrassed. 

I pretend I'm something I'm not, I'm so fake you just can't see

Just to know I'm still real I remind myself I still bleed. 

Please don't feel sad for me, there's no need to mope

If you saw me on the street you'd think I was full of bright smiles and sincere hope.