For comprehending, I can't, even myself.
Beneath the surface, a smile will wilt,
Shackled, pounded, and wretched guilt.
Battled hard at the endless crease,
For you I wish, I could give a piece,
Desiring to scatter across any,
But too colossal, it is too many.
With you, so true,
I want to stand tall,
But please, no tease,
A stretched band is, a flawed guise,
It'll break before, it eventually dies.