Brushstrokes

Thin is the smile I paint over my pain

Yet I paint with master strokes

So there are many that will not see

Only those who are also good at hiding

Blending the emotions of their face perfectly

To let others know that they are ok

When truly they are as far from as they can be

Over time that paint will peel and fade

And fall to the ground discarded

Underneath will either be stained and torn

Irreparably damaged by the years

And the too liberal application of varnish

Or there will be a blank canvas

Meant for something new to paint

 

via Daily Prompt: Thin

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