You are perfect, yet so broken.

One day I would like to be able to look into my soul,

That daunting black hole.

Consuming, withholding,

My secrets.

A smile of a doll can be carved by whoever,

If you look inside will the wood start to wither.

Will it start to crack and separate,

At this rate.

Just like a stage covered by these curtains of my blood red,

You never know what is happening inside till the they are pulled.

Like you are,

Inside my head.

Life is a game of hangman,

But you don’t know how it ends.

One wrong word,

The person with the kindest face bends.

I hate this thought of how dark our hearts can be,

But from the outside you cannot see.

Humans are emotional and stressed,

Angry, happy, calm and depressed.

But why do we still,

Dress with a smile.

Like actors acting out a life not truly us,

Feeling like we have to cuss.

Just look at me,

You will see.

Perfect people are imperfectly.

Deep down, you are really shallow,

You are perfect, yet so broken.