My smile
It hides the broken and the beaten part of me.
My smile covers the pain and loneliness of my missing father
My smile, the one my mother said she paid that of a small car, hides the fact I've had kraft mac and cheese for the last 5 nights

It hides my failing grades and my drug addiction.
It masks my empty self worth
My smile, that aesthetically pleasing smile is the best accessory on my worst days
It will always hide that broken heart, the growling stomach and the lost faith
As long as I keep smiling everyone will know I'm okay