The Smile That Tore My Face

Go ahead, cast a spell on me,
so that my smile may tear my face,
and the wounds will heal
into a scarred expression
to which I have no escape.

But imagine, one day,
I'll break through
the tough skin
that holds me together.

And that very same day
would be the day
that the world turned away,
blinded by the ugliness
of the broken scar tissue,
fearful of what they may see.

I know that they'll never
want to remove
their rose tinted glasses
and see what's truly happening.
For I am nothing
but a background image,
to add interest to their lives
without them having to get hurt.

Caring only means so much in words,
but in action means everything.
I just wish you didn't fear action.
Again.