Fuck Your Silver Linings

Suttle little thing
Walking along
Coat cloaked to the skin
Like a shield of armor
Fake smile
Rosy cheeks
But little do you see
Or should I say
Little have you looked
Morbid little thing
Bones rattled with anger
Skin crawling with silly little hate
Scary little thoughts run threw the mind of the child who walks gently across the street
But little do you know
Such a sweet little thing
Smiles when you wave her across the road
Catches that paper as it falls from the arms of an old man
Moves out of the way of every little stroller
Or gramma with a shopping bag
But little do you know
The mind of a child with such a sweet smile
Until you do you know
And its to late.