Continuity Hurts!

People know not my story,

But they still laugh, judge and deny

The conventions of my smile.

I walk this earth still,

With thoughts in my mind,

With fragments of my past,

Tagging behind like a whip,

Committing pain like no other,

On the bare skin

Of a slave without words

To express the desperation to be free.

I have walked through hell and back

Still with the singular smile

Drawn across the face of pain.

I have faced Satan himself.

And walked away with but a scar,

That is visible everyday I wake.

And every night I go to sleep.

Although the smile is there,

Does not mean I didn't have to fight,

I died but carried on with the burden in my mind,

I flew to free myself from the shackles,

No matter the obstacle.

I still I smile.

And now I fly!