instinct and hope...

it was a stupid hope isnt it,
to see a smile on that face,
when after years of hatred,
seems like a stone carved into.

it made me thinking tonight,
in fact again and again i thought,
inside whether i could ever find it,
instinct told me to stop.

i did, i stopped for years,
to never put on hope,
to never asking why,
to never been bothered again.

it got broader, the fixed smile,
it got louder, the fixed laughter,
it got softer, the fixed facade,
it got, so much more after all this years...