See Right Through

Peering through this rose hued lens
I see your tears fall down
Through broken glass and memories
Your sorrow is without sound

Pain taints your every word
Though you hide demons with a smile
Covering up those scabby wounds
Whilst choking back the bile

I'm aware of all your secrets
And the blade you keep at hand
Along with many ashen dreams
Trickling through your fingers like sand

These ghosts that you are harboring
Should really be left in the past
You can keep up this façade,dear,
But I see right through your mask