Broken pieces in my hands
cutting delicate skin.
It’s the carnage left in the wake
of demons charging in.
I scoop them up and squeeze them tight
before the world can see.
Veiled with smiles I have a plan
to obscure the pain in me.
Cascading through the air they go,
slipping from your view.
Locked inside Mind’s little box
that protects my heart from you.