Worlds Away

Morning sunrise, morning anew--No matter, I am still the same old me, the same...

Though the sun is up, but hides behind clouds, and the rain is cold, I still smile.  Maybe just to myself.  Maybe just to the sky.  Or maybe, just to smile.  Whatever the case, I am smiling...on the outside.  Inside, it's the calm before the storm.  It's the light drizzle before the pour.  It's the face you make before you fall to pieces.  There's no room to smile in this face.  Pale flesh in a frown.  No light shining.