She smiled but it wasn't real,
nobody could even know,
her smile-faking skills were now ideal
and her pain, she would never show.

She had wished to share and vent,
to scream and cry once and for all
how broken, hurt and lost she felt
she too wished to be cared for.

But she smiled instead,
For who would want to listen ?
Who would ever believe ?
Who would offer a shoulder to cry on ?
Who would still embrace her ?
For whom could she even trust?

So she smiled, for she knew
it was the easiest to do.

-Archita