Plastic Smiles

Traumatized souls

Are often triggered 

By the slightest things.

         Like a leaf s h a k i n g  in the wind,

That may d 

                   e 

                      t 

                         a

                            c

                                h

From the tree of life

At any time

They need to be 

handled with care

Else, they may implode

And it wouldn’t even

Show on the outside

Only their heart 

Would die within them

Mourned by them alone

And invisible to everyone else

Who would probably see

Them from the outside

And exchange a smile.