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?

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