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Smiles only hide so much.
The cuts on my legs.
The bruises beneath my shirt
the tearing pain inside my chest.
Each time you mention her
The taunting words I hear,
the aimed statements thrown at me like knives
the dark condeming looks in school hallways
But I smile.
You may not see what truly lies behind that smile.
Just because my lips lift upward at the corners does not mean I am happy
nor does it mean that my life is good.
I a just smiling to hide my pain behind a maskof false happiness
so that you do not pity me or ask if I am okay
despite the various signs of otherwise that litter my body.
Just because I'm smiling does not mean I am happy.
Just because I am smiling in my coffin
Does not mean that I'm happy I am dead,
Or does it?
