They say home is where the heart is
But what if your home has no heart?
Each day you walk into a pit of darkness.
Never knowing who's going to speak next
Stuck you are in this home
Forever alone in your bedroom.
You awake each morning by the tickling Sun
They return by Night's great fall.
Some how, through it all, you can still smile.
The question is how?
You can not simply understand by just watching.
Today you notice something different though.
The smile you had yesterday,
Wasn't the smile you had before.
It is much brighter now.
But how?
This can't be real
It just can not be real!
Yet you're an open book to the world.
Flashing your torn pages and dreams.
They all seem so dark,
So helpless you say
And here you are smiling at me!
I can't believe you'd do a thing such as that.
The more you smile,
The less of me inside you.
The less you scream,
The more you smile
Until I disappear
And become me again.
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