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.
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