Paper Smile




Eyes cry and we try to chalk in
a fake smile bigger than a grin,
smiles to decorate what’s not so good
no reason to smile just because I should.

Tell me why smiling should fulfill
and then maybe I will give you a thrill,
an expertly painted on smile will unfurl
a curving tattoo on a sad little girl

It’s smile proudly opening wide
leaving all of my sadness for me to hide
But smiles are not always put on for real
fathoms of emotions and how deeply I feel

That would make a true smile jealous
Too careful to look good and not to be careless
It may add to ambience but it just plain gets old
it’s pretty, it’s fake and it’s much too damn cold

Artificially imbued with glorious beauty;
there is no smile that complies with it’s duty
unless the smiling is truly a grin,
when eyes really smile it comes from within.

Like fireworks brightly lights up the sky
and needs no reason to wonder why
all bright and shining, but briefly there
till the last moment when it disappears.

And blackness of night replaces it.
You see a smile boldly contrasting it
Turning the smiling into a race
No joy showing and no kind of grace.

She is melancholy; red eyes have been crying,
revealing the soul inside her is dying
The show must go on, is just what they say,
so paint on those smiles real good anyway.

And wear it big with your badge of pride
so the world won’t see the pain deep inside.
just make sure you put on that paper smile
and continue on acting  authentic denial

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bishu's picture

Mucch much enjoyed the thought

A real smile comes rarely



Sassylass's picture

Thank you

Bishu! I smile for real,my friend. I appreciate your reading and comment!


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....



SSmoothie's picture

Depression/anxiety, fear,

Depression/anxiety, fear, a conundrum. I liken it to a possession. Well described and emoted here. Hugss

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

Sassylass's picture


is one interesting answer! I would agree that the depression is of a spirit. Personsanly, though I wrote of it, when it comes to me ,I speak for it to leave. Generally I see what I wrote about by observing it in people I encounter.

thank so much for your input comment!

hugs, Koko

Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....



KindredSpirit's picture


The experience of Life 

And what is expected.


What is given


And the in between


Of what really is.



You continue to be a woman

Who wants to smile

But crys out

Through her poetry.


It's all good Koko__________