I stare at the mirror which lies

How can I smile if I'm sad?

How can I laugh if I'm screaming?

How can I skip around if I'm in pain?

The grinning boy looking at me is fake

a puppet

an empty vessel

a lie

I can't seem to understand

how she can smile

even with all this pain in the world

There is a boy behind the puppet

He wears nothing but black

His hair is red

His eyes are green…

Then blue…

Then purple…

A psychotic grin plastered on his face

A sharpened knife in his hand

He stabbed the happy boy in the heart

A dead man tells no lies