Skin

Under your 

Skin. Lies a multitude,
Of Smiles. Winks. Glances. Jealousy. Envy. 
You act like you don’t care,
But your mask speaks otherwise.

You like it, no need for bounce,
Yet gold perhaps required.
No tireless toil and labour,
To have stares thrown at you,
While they fly. 

You drain just a little bit,
So they see a crack to fill,
Dig out just a little dirt.
So you appear a little deeper than what

Your mask would suggest.

But dig out enough.

And those demons you swore you killed,
Those demons that stalked your days
That terrified your nights.

Like a drowning man,
Desperate for breath,

Will come clawing up again.