Smile
The smile you see on my face isn't everything to see. What it is hiding is the cracks underneath. You see I learned a long time ago if all you see is a smile. I won't get asked the questions "Are you okay?" and "Why don't you smile?". So the smile is plastered on, like a porcelain mask. So I don't have to hear "Just smile, it will get better." or "Just be happy, it's not real." What people don't understand us the dark never truly goes away. Sure I have happy days, by they are few in number, you see. I try to be happy, but my brain won't let me see. I am worthy, I am loved, I am someone's happy. I try to hard and fail, yet I still plaster on a smile. Because I hope one day the plaster will someday be real.