The Cries of a Smile

A pretty smile

plastered on a pretty face

Unchanging,

Conditioned,

Ensured to last.

She smiles through it all.

A wicked family?

She smiles.

Cleaner in her eyes?

She smiles.

Dust in her nose?

She smiles.

For years and years of broken dreams,

Of unjust hate,

Of loneliness,

She smiles.

But the times when she does cry,

Those very rare instances,

The intense,

Life changing moments

A ripped dress                                                                     A locked door

That stopped her from going to the ball;          That stopped her from marrying the prince;

The ball where she’d meet the prince;                     The prince she sang a song with;                                  

A prince she knew not a thing about.                             A song about true love.

A prince she knew she loved.

Even though she hates how

his burps smell like sauerkraut,

his father is always in his business,

he spends an hour on his hair,

he ignores her stories and ideas,

he shuts down her positivity,

he strikes her out of the frustration

of hating the person you spend

THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH

Because you didn’t take the time

to get to know the person

behind the pretty face.

But all that doesn’t matter.

She won’t bring it up.

She’ll just keep on keeping on with

A pretty smile

plastered on a pretty face.