My Broken Smile


My fake smile covers up
all my insecurities.
It says that I am happy
when really,
I am desperate for someone,
anyone,
to hear my cries,
my aches,
my pains.

The tears rush down my cheeks,
yet I feel nothing.
A fake smile hurts more
than those tears.
At least those tears
release the pain,
not hold it in.

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