Beneath the smile.

Reflecting the laughter that hides sorrow, and the weight of unhealed wounds.

You laugh so easily—
yet shadows tremble behind your eyes.
What secret storm do you keep
chained behind your grin?

Tears sipped in silence
turn bitter with each swallow;
drink too deeply
and even water becomes poison.

Time has stitched your wounds
with threads too fragile—
why press them open,
why let them bleed again?

Fate is a map etched in trembling lines,
a game drawn upon your palms.
You play, you lose, you rise—
yet the lines remain,
unyielding.