Question

We dance with our eyes closed to the music that plays of our beautiful chaos. The smiles on our faces tell us we are okay but the scars on our skin tell us not to believe.

The faces of the weak tend to be strong. While we hide to see the morning light of dawn. The whispers we tell ourselves of the time that's past, makes the sea of water drain out of our eyes.

The anger flowing through us all makes us feel nothing at all. The fights of fear trying to sink me in. Closed walls keeps humans out of finding stories of the last one.

Answer 1

Just something I wrote a long time a ago.

Answer 2

Can I ask how long you've been writing?

Answer 3

A year.

Answer 4

ah. Nice writing style!

Answer 5

Thank you.