“Keep that smile on your face.”
I tell myself this day to day
“How come you are so nice?”
It feels better than being mean, I say
Yet I don’t say, I think
For I’m that happy person, yet I’m on the brink
Worries purge my happiness from within
Am I at a good weight? Too fat? Too thin?
Will I be able to afford my tuition?
Is my résumé in good condition?
What if my scores don’t make the cut?
Why does everyone think I’m a slut?
All of the woes of a teenager, it’s insane
These thoughts wreak havoc upon my brain.
Yet I don’t let it show
Don’t you know? That would be
If I showed how I feel on the outside,
I would be so negative, it’s why I hide
It under a layer of joyous energy, while
Adorned with a crooked-yet-honest smile.
And while some say it’s bad to hide behind a mask,
By pretending to be happy, I sometimes actually feel so
Why feel sad, even on the outside, I ask?
Why, when you can feel the glow
Of an actual grin?
That’s not a sin.
Maybe pretending to be happy,
Can be my therapy
A detox for my sadness, not social suicide
I mean, if I showed my sorrow on the outside
Now that would be