The Smile I Wear

 I wear a smile like borrowed grace,
A mask I hold upon my face,
For in this world so fast, so real,
No one asks how I truly feel.

They see the laugh, they see the glow,
But never ask the pain I know,
The battles fought inside my head,
The words I’ve wished I never said.

Keep smiling  that's the rule I’ve learned,
While quiet tears go unreturned,
For hearts are busy, minds are far,
No one sees an unseen scar.

So I stand tall, though winds may break,
I hide the cracks, I fake, I fake,
Not out of pride, nor strength so grand,
But just because they won’t understand.

Yet in the night, when lights are low,
I meet myself, I let it show,
The fears, the dreams, the wounds unhealed,
The silent wars I've never revealed.

And still tomorrow, I’ll rise, I’ll stand,
With tired heart and trembling hand,
But none will know the things I feel 
I'll smile, because that's how I heal.


                            


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