FAKE SMILES

Here I grow numb again
Contemplating, all in vain
Maybe its raining within me
That not a spirit can see
And I'll wipe my eyes
Till this world becomes wise
Nodding with time customary
Ecstasy, brushing aside, I bury
Behaving puppets to hands brave
All I am being is a slave
And when braves come with their case files
All I tend to do is fake smiles!!!!!!!