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I want to be great,
but I am not.

I want to be everything,
but I am nothing.

I want to feel alive,
but I am dead.
bright eyes
looked at me
with the hopes and dreams
of all that could be

forgiving eyes
looked at me
told the story of strength
that no one should need

sad eyes
looked at me
showed the bruises from a world
that was anything but free

blank eyes
looked through me
it's the product of a life
that was only left to bleed
a genuine smile is a very rare thing to come by

there's the hello, i'm being polite smile,
the fake smile you give grownups when they talk to you,
the photograph smile,
the smile you give a bad joke in order to avoid offending the teller,
the awkward smile exchanged between two people who haven't crossed paths in a while,
the phony smile put on only to convince the rest of the world that everything's okay,
and many more smiles that seem almost like obligations
but a real smile only comes from one thing
that is,
love

and i can't feel it.

— The End —