What is it?

I smile but is it real or is it fake?

Is it there out of habit?

I hurt so much but there is happiness.

Is it real or is it fake?

I don’t know anymore.

Locked in boxed in,

Scream and shout and still no escape.

Getting swallowed whole by the dark.

At first I fought to escape,

It hurt more.

So I willingly surrender,

In hopes it makes it happy,

And hurt less in the end.

I want peace but what is peace?