frackobertward

How many tears must be shed until the yelling stops? How many bruises must we suffer before the anger stops? How many fears must we have until the day we shall have no more? How many times must we call the police before the message is heard? How many lies must we hear until true returns? How many feelings must be broken before we cant handle it no more? How many hollow threats must we endure before they come to life? How many times must I break down before my voice is FINALLY HEARD?

I took a stroll down memory lane. Just to see how much things changed. But to my surprise much stayed the same. Except my smile that seemed a bit array. In the beginning, the earlier years. I seemed very pleasant, smiling ear to ear. Thou very big a very bright, Was missing joy and much delight. But my smile was only skin deep. I couldn't mask it from myself. I can look at those photos and see how I felt. And now looking on to current years. I see that same smile, smiling ear to ear. Its just as big and just as bright. But you can see it runs all the way through me. My soul is happy, my minds at ease. ...or so it seems. The peace never lasts.