Chaos, and other less chaotic poems
I: Chaos
my heart breaks
like falling glass
shattering on the ground
my mouth still smiles
not a tear falls
yet inside all is chaos
a few words spoken
broke my heart
tore it apart and trampled it
and here I am
miserable and laughing
with a hole in my chest
where my heart used to be
II: Masks
I wear many masks
I conceal myself
from the world