The hardest part of being happy
Is keeping up the charade.
Behind each smile is a sore lip
Bruised with anxious bites
Each time someone looks away.
Behind each laugh is a broken sob
Muffled into silence,
Hidden and saved for a rainy day.
Behind each kind word is a crack
In an already shattered heart,
Taped together with the words
“I’m fine”.
Behind each “I love you” is a desperate cry,
Screaming “Please don’t leave me”
Until their voice is gone.
The hardest thing about being happy
Is you can only play this game
For so long.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
The hardest part of being happy
Is keeping up the charade.
Behind each smile is a sore lip
Bruised with anxious bites
Each time someone looks away.
Behind each laugh is a broken sob
Muffled into silence,
Hidden and saved for a rainy day.
Behind each kind word is a crack
In an already shattered heart,
Taped together with the words
“I’m fine”.
Behind each “I love you” is a desperate cry,
Screaming “Please don’t leave me”
Until their voice is gone.
The hardest thing about being happy
Is you can only play this game
For so long.
