Inside Out

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Improv 2002

I try to laugh.

I try to smile,

and maybe be happy,

just for a little while.

~

But minute by minute,

my smile disappears.

Erasing each trace of it,

by the flood of my tears.

~

I try to hang on,

to what happiness I have.

But how can you do it,

when it’s something you’ve never had?

~

True happiness is felt within,

not just seen with your eyes.

Cause a plastic smile may be seen,

while the inside still cries.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 8-3-02. It's my 192nd improv.

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