Bruised.

Yes, i may laugh with you. I may smile. I may joke around. I can be the goofy bimbotic stupid silly me.

But have you ever tried to look in my eyes?
Look within me?
Beneath all those smiles?
Beneath all those laughters?

Torrents, eruptions.
Has made me a frail, scared, shaken five-year old girl.

Underneath, I bruise easily.
Theres a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree.
Like a scratch mark on the surface without moving me.
So please be gentle when you handle me.