Smile
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Look at me.
See the smile on my face?
You'd never guess the effort it takes
To pull my lips back;
to show my happy little teeth.
My smile hides the fact
that I feel trapped inside
a husk,
a cage,
a shell.
My bones are just a wire frame
over which my skin is draped
like a graft.
In my veins,
blood boils
platelets stick
cells live and wither and die.
In my head, thoughts spin.
Am I good enough?
Is it worth it?
Why?
Look at me.
See the smile on my face?
Look a little higher up
And see that it doesn't reach my eyes.