He Has Painted a Smile Upon.

In his eyes you'll see pain,
Behind his faithful mask.
The one he places upon his face.
He wishes the mask would cover his eyes,
So nobody could see within.
He wishes no one could read his moods,
Through their ever changing spontaneity.
He takes a pill each morning,
One for his nerves and anxiety attacks,
and another for his depression.
At least now, after taking these pills,
He doesn't cry every night.
Only when something happens he does.
He wishes to speak to you,
On this day that seems to change everything.
But instead he can't.
So he'll just act like nothing happened,
Something he does best.
He will go throughout the day,
Wearing his faithful mask
That he has painted a smile upon.