Smile

January 8, 2020

I hate how I always smile

Even when nervous

Angry, sad, happy

I want people to ignore this

Ignore the smile and see deep inside

Where all my secret feelings hide

And just be there for me

When I'm blue

And then maybe...I'll know yours, too.

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selabeanJan 8, 2020

<p>yes ! yes ! yes ! i felt this in my soul. the eyes are truly the window to the soul, it's hard when people don't understand that</p>