Behind this smile you see,

tis fake,

a mask concealing all,

behind this awful bliss,

it's emperor will fall.

The Steel doors not enter to thee,

the bottle that's sealed tight,

 it may seek the common days,

but it fears the dreaded night.

The writer can't express thee feeling,

of what the fear consumed,

the deepest of all the blackest holes,

the thunderstorm that doomed.

 The coldness of the undefeated,

the light only seen as dawn,

awakens all thee recollection,

of that  skillful hidden pawn.

The adversity that distant thee,

the burden thee created,

the longing for acceptance,

the individual that's isolated. 

Irrelevant as it all may seem,

the smile that has been forced,

it's just a mask concealing all

of the history un- coursed.