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.