The only thing

Now I am good at

is faking smile.

Drops by drops

my walls crumble down

It starts with a crack

then builds up till the brink.

I let things to get to me

well aware,

that I end up messed.

I let people say things they shouldn't

well aware,

that I end up hurt.

Why still I do?

Because there is a daring side

that wants to see

till where this goes.

A side that cares less

but kills more.

The only thing

Now I am good at

is faking smile.