Smile, they say,
As if that is supposed to help me get through the day.
Smile, they say,
Because it takes fewer muscles to do so.
Smile, they say.
It cannot be that bad, right?
Smile, they say,
Yet all I want to do is drift off in a sea of my own lacrimation,
So, I smile.
I smile to make them happy.
I smile to make myself feel better.
I smile to make sure that others know their worth.
I smile because it is much easier to pretend and hide,
Then to keep true to your feelings.
Now, once the dark clouds are gone,
I smile.
I can finally think clearly, so I smile.
I can finally see clearly, so I smile.
I can finally enjoy my company, so I smile.
It is finally time to be genuinely happy again, so I smile,
And just like that, I am free to fly around the skies again, until the next thunderstorm appears.