BROKEN BEAST

Still holding on,

but slowly losing grips.

Muffled little cries,

heavy handed hits.

Standing up tall,

refusing to go down.

A bright smile hides,

all the broken frowns.

Stupid giggles mask,

all the tortured tears.

Foolish games and pranks,

to cover the all to real fears.

Its so obvious they know.

They recognize the signs.

Frightened jerks and flinches,

and bleary empty eyes.

With a facade of normalcy,

and joy that's hard to fake,

they'll never see the wounds

of all the misdirected hate.

Lock the bathroom door.

Allowed to finally brake down.

Want to scream and wail,

yet hardly make a sound.

Wanting to live so badly

though it'd be easier to die.

Much to strong to ask for help,

but much to weak to question why.

Just lock away the heart.

No longer have to feel.

Open hazy eyes,

"Is any of this real?"