They say I have changed that I need to smile more
I used to smile everyday without care of what others say
But now I must work to show a smile
I must push myself so that people stop asking  and telling me the things that hurt me the most
"Are you ok?" "You look depressed" "You make others happy"
When is it someones turn to make me happy?
Why must I work so hard for people that do not acknowledge my pain
The answer is because they can't
The smile has permanently left my face and a new one is drawn over it
My tears have been washed away just so they can be replaced with more
So I will be here making others smile just as I always have
But I wonder if they will truly miss me when I am gone?