Red Haze

I wear this smile of my face, a smile that mask my pain
And masks the red haze behind my eyes.
Oh how easy it would be to snap, to lash out at you - every single one of you!
O' the satisfaction! How easy it would be to snarl and be unpleasant!
Yet I soften my gaze, and wear this smile of humbleness, of wisdom,
Knowing that my troubles are not yours to deal with, not yours to be burdened with.
My smile is sincere, I would not wear it if it were not;
But it does not detract from the pain that lies heavy in my chest -  my heavy, heavy heart.
Sometimes I have to inhale the world's atmosphere to retain composure,
The pain and sheer rage propelling me to the brink, the red haze creeping forwards...