Behind the Scenes

I have a hard time lately
I'm confused on how this works
A pen and paper
I scribble away the hurt
It makes me realize
I am more damaged than I knew
As I metaphorically glyph out
All the pain I've been through
I'm constantly reminding myself
Of things I purposely locked away
And now that I drudge them up
It's all I can think about today
My sanctuary, my inner happy place
It's starting to smell like death
Leaving a bad taste in my mouth
And I can't even take a breath
Anxiety I assume
Still feels better than the past
Sometimes things that have been burnt down
Needs to stay beneath the ash
I have always felt that I am strong
But this is for sure a moment of weakness
I have to admit the storeroom in my head
Has not always been the neatest
So as I chase the skeletons
That have escaped the closet
Attempt to Reign myself back in
Before I notice that I lost it
I Paint on my smile 
And shake some hands
Continue to pretend
I'm just like other men
Go through the ritual
Follow the routine
And keep my damages
Behind the scenes

By LukeCoomer (c)