When brutal smiles become kind lies
and cold hugs follow gentle rages
that make you realize lying awake
at night only feeds the demon
of your own fears.
Things that are worth dying
for don't even exist
and no one cares about the weeping flower
in the garden tonight.
The one that lost herself
because of someone elses fight.
And i'd give in to any of those brutal smiles
not to have ever known
about the kind lies.


~Carman