pain hides

Sometimes I see the hostility mask of defensiveness in action, especially among the wounded who feel pain inside but look really great outside. A smile for these people would hurt their skin as they yearn inside for difference. The cool-down at evening's end is the one time where thoughts gleem clearly like the teeth from that white, British chick who does those gum commercials. The rest of the day there is a constant grinding that slowly sucks the soul right out from them. I guess maybe we all have similiar issues; I guess we all have pain inside we need to hide. We get older and better at it!