Facades, Facades

Living with my head in the clouds. Concentrating but scattered. Calm but restless. Free falling into the past momentarily, but I'm always shaken awake with the gentle hand. I need the shake much more than you know. Please save me from glazed eyes and heavy thoughts. Past hurt brought back to the surface, but I'm an expert at subsiding pain on my front. But other times I wear it like show and tell on my shirt. It isn't always the easiest to mask it. But I'm learning. And this skill will be better for the both of us, because with my happiness brings your happiness. And that's all that really matters to me. So I will fake and mask and hide as much as I can for your happiness to remain.