The smiles that had hurt me more than the fighting or days of coming home to scilence. The smiles that were more deadlly than the posion of a scorpion.The smiles that were the icing on the fake love. I wanted to burn away those days. To get rid off them almost as if it was a bad dream. Those days were not just bad dreams that I would forget though. These feelings and horrible memories had been etched into my skin. Always there, always waiting to be seen for anyone who knew the meaning of the words. Like a tattoo gone bad, I hoped and prayed that no one could see it or knew what it meant. If they did know they meaning to those horrid cryptic words. I hoped that they would find the end of it soon. And when they did they would never have to see another fake smile that said it was ok, or said it would be over soon. The smile that promised hope, and then blew it out like a candle. For everyone like me I hoped that their masquared ball would end soon, and then the maskes would be taken off.