The smile on my face hides the pain in my heart.
The confidence in my words masks the doubt in my soul.
I'm trapped in an existence created by the ones that I love.
Hanging on by a thread connected only to the Creator above.
Daily I do what's expected of me but much of this is not where I want to be.
Most believe I have the strength of a 1000 men when in reality their are places in my heart that may never mend.
This polymorphic existence compares only to David Banner with the Hulk festering inside.
Eventually the pain within will seep to the outside.
Revealing the weak, pathetic existence within.
But then and only then can I begin again.
