Beneath the smiley face,
Lies a soul tormented
Haunted by the past
By a bud picked too soon
Long before its flowering
Gone
With a so called loved one
Never to have
The pride of innocence
Haunted by the fights witnessed
The heartbreaks inflicted
Resulting to a fort
Keeping this race out
Then comes one Who wants in
Who is wanted in
But the fort stands
Built too strong
Can't stand disappointing
Would rather drive off the escarpment
And bring this torment
To a crashing halt.
