Smile Like Scars

I hate to see you smile — it’s not divine,

It reeks of rot beneath the shine.

Those teeth are daggers, white and clean,

But I’ve seen what lies behind the sheen.

You grin like guilt’s a ghost that fled,

But I remember what you said.

Each lie was wrapped in sugar tones,

And left me bleeding through my bones.

You beam as if you’ve won the war,

While I still sleep with locked-up doors.

You think that smile can cleanse the slate?

I see the smirk — I feel the hate.

But don’t forget, I know the cost,

The part of me your grin has lost.

So keep that face, that mask, that bile —

I hope it cracks… I’ll hate your smile.