He knows something when he looks at me.
Something I never thought anyone could see.
The sad part of me that demands to break free.

I want to tell him the horrors that I've seen, felt, and done.
The horrors that I've been forgiven of by the Father and Son.
I can't help but blame me for the deep troubles, at least all but one.

The memories eat away at my core in the quiet parts of night.
They haunt my dreams in my bed when I'm tucked up tight.
It takes my arm and pulls hard when he is not in sight.

I mask this pain with a smile which he can see right through.
He looks at me with wonder, and says, 'Your eyes betray you.'
Does he see the clear mask, and can he see the sadness in me too?