The Ghost That Is Called Me

My smile is like a ghost.
Its such a good host.
My frown is never shown
Its almost as if it was never known.
No one should have to feel this pain
One day my tears will rain.
But for now
I'll hide them somehow.
No one will see
the pain inside of me.
I hide so much from those I love
I should be my normal self in front of
They help ease the pain, the tears, and the frown
Its like they all have halos that they wear like a crown.
They are my angels but i treat them like nothing,
When really they are not nothing but everything.
I hope to get ride of all the pain, my strong facade must die.
And when it does I will cry.