I am elusive
If you don’t look close enough then my mask might as well be real
I have learned to hide
Hide in the small pauses of polite conversation
Hide in the stolen glances and “Hi how are you”
Sometimes I forget to smile
The polite patient tone of my voice is sometimes given away by my stone cold face
No matter how heartfelt the Good Morning is if it isn’t accompanied by a smile then is it even worth it
I care as much as I ever did
I am tired of smiling to make the other person feel better.