Layers.

We all have so much covered,

deep under our skins,

a heart of pounding flesh,

ugliest emotions buried within.

We smile and we laugh,

to hide the pains and tears,

a mask upon a mask,

not a single feeling's clear.

Faces say something,

souls all patchy and dry,

the heart says here's yet,

another reason to die.

The moisture in the eye,

the agony on the face,

the quivering of the lips,

the loss of all solace.