As grim as it may not seem,
Can't you see,
That I'm happy as can be,
Smiling through my teeth...
Don't I look happy,
Going through the day,
Reading books that are sappy,
With a smile that always stays...
Can't you see; the strain,
My gritting teeth,
How my smile stays the same,
And how I stare at my feet...
I may seem as happy as can be,
And you may be fooled,
I guess the real me you don't really see,
If you only see my hiding tool...
To keep the questions away,
And the curious eyes off me,
To keep these suspicions at bay,
So they never truly see...
*...my broken mind that is lonely...
I'm so good at acting happy that sometimes I almost convince myself...