Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty fell.
Off a wall.
He's an egg.
He cracked.
Broke.
He probably broke inside, too.
And he smiled.
He couldn't get fixed.
He got fixed a bit on the outside, though.
He's still smiling.
What about the inside?
Trauma.
Just keep smiling.
You're broken still, and you know it.
Smile.
They only fixed what you look like.
Not what you feel.
Just smile.
They can see you're still weak.
Smile.
You can't hide it.
Smile.
You're weak and vulnerable.
Smile.
They know you're not happy.
Say you're fine all you want, but they won't believe you.
Smile.
Smile.
Smile.
Smile.
Crack.
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