When every smile becomes a planned occasion
when every memory is a calculation for the future,
that is when something has gone wrong.
To feel cold when sitting so close to a fire that rages like hell itself,
To not understand the burns, the cuts or bruises as pain...
Frustration overwhelms logic and gives way to anger,
there is no understanding, either its something one knows or does not.
No greys, no black or white, there is nothing but absence of something.
The smiles become lies to soothe the eyes,
Laughter turns to rot which is too soon forgot.
and the emotions are staged,
But no, there is no reason to worry,
Everything
is
fine.