Chaos Has The Upper Hand.

Crying is a weakness. Every tear which slides down my face is a traitor. I feel numb-no i feel angry, Everyday, every single damned day is a struggle. A struggle to keep up the act. Each smile holds a thousand secrets. My smile holds memories. Harsh words, Fearful actions, Broken hearts. The only thing left of the betrayers is a runny nose- That, however, is on the outside. Inside a battle rages on... And chaos has the upper hand.