chin up

Tring to keep my chin up Everyone loves a happy face mascarra streems & stings my eyes Hope is fleeting without a trace A prision only I can see shakles only I can feel pain only I detect scares I know are real matramony an institution of love, joy and bliss I never could have imagined things would turn out like this shall I try again? with the chance so likely to fail begging for some kind of strenghth to get back on the trail I know I am so much more than this person I am today With so much more to offer and more refreshing things to say once I finally decide and never more second guess and move forward one way or another and step over this great big mess.