Whether you don't want to love anymore,
or you just don't want to feel,
you are broken inside,
like a vase,
that shattered into tiny shards of glass.
Shards that aren’t noticeable,
no one cares enough to see them,
or clean them up.
You cry in your mind begging for help,
but when these tears begin to finally stream down your face,
you hide it,
they suddenly disappear,
and you put a smile on your face hoping that someone realizes it isn't true,
you let others see your phoney smile in hope that,
maybe just maybe,
someone will see your pain,
because just like an illusion,
a magician never reveals his secrets…