Prison of Sadness

Behind the laugh, behind the smile there is a side that is dark and vile. Behind this artificial glee there is another side of me. The other side where the pain travels through my road-like veins. A place where pessimistic shadows hide along with morbid thoughts of suicide. I keep it hidden deep within locked up with a safety pin. Confined within the dreary gray the walls grow higher day by day. On these walls grow vines of barb-wire separating these thoughts from their desire. At the bricks they violently pry as I slowly begin to cry. In the back of my mind amongst the darkness is where I hide the prison of sadness. Locked up it will forever be hidden within the depths of me.