unsung

beneath the shiny smile and out of sight
inside us all rages a private fight

a lonely long war that we must battle

through demons that dance and preen and prattle

through hope that sweetly soars only to fall

like a baby’s soft fist hitting a wall

through every day that seems like a farce

with laugh lines drawn tight to disguise scars

remember then; the game face is a warrior’s mask

that holds a raging rapid in an iron flask

for courage is just pursed lips singing a song

and fear becomes bravery by playing along

so while the world sees only what you show

here’s to the hero within that nobody knows.

ram cobain