Fake smile

This fake smile of mine has gotten me threw life.. I used to hate it but I've come to be greatful for it. Not much is handed to me.. Since I was young I was taught there was no mother's wing to hide under for protection.. mother was the monster.. I've learned inorder for me to have anything weather pleasurable or painful I'd have to pay for it like I said nothing was given to me but this fake smile..always scars an always so ***. I used to hate that too.. but after so many years of the same unforgiving lesson I started to look at these scars an torment in a different light.. this was my reward.. heavy is the crown. Im not ment to be saved im a soldier an I am ment to wear theses scars of armor that I so wildly earned with pride.. not everyone can be a beast.. heavy is the crown.. im not ment to be saved im ment to save.. gotta keep a soldier spicy.. I welcome the trail of blood.. you'll find me at the end of it with the only thing ever given to me.. Just me an this fake smile rising an rising again.. until the lamb becomes the lion..meow