Whispers

I hear whispers I hear people they all say the same things they all talk about my smile they talk about my eyes, they all don't understand how can someone who is always laughing can be broken.

There's this darkness that flows over my soul. It's this sadness that beats to salsa and liquor. It's this joy of intoxicated foolishness. It's a smile and shinning eyes. It's the light that follows the path you are seeking. Candles and drum sticks birthdays and wishes it's the breakdown of heaviness and experience. I'm a broken person. My soul walks around empty and hurt. Yelling for peace.

But I can't find the balance of truth and beauty. I cant paint my days a smile. I cant seem to function without breaking but the whispers surround my smile, a smile I do not recognize but it's a smile and with its heaviness I hear the whispers and I walk the world with darkness.