Guarded

People see the broken like they will always be, 

they perceive the scarred and damaged, or lost, 

but they don't understand us, all they really see, 

our hearts of gold are covered in sparkling frost, 

They don't know we've been to Hell and back, 

we've seen it all, it's not as scary the second time, 

We don't wanna feel, don't wanna begin to crack, 

so we cover ourselves with fake dirt and grime. 

We don't search for happiness, all we want is peace, 

inner peace, outer peace, tired of living in Hell, 

so empty now that we create the cracked centerpiece, 

all those who fade away we smile and wish them well,

No, we are not okay, sick and tired, but that is fine, 

we'll just fade away, read in between the faded line.