A Smile Is Usually A Cover-Up Or At Least It Is For Me Poem by Jessie Stevens

I put a smile on my face,
When I'm really falling apart on the inside
I say I'm fine when I'm really saying

No, I'm not
I guess you could say I'm really good at lying
And to tell you the truth I have always been

I lie to my parents and tell them I’m ok
When I’m really falling apart
I lie to them because I hate when people ask

What’s wrong?
And if you ask me why I’d just lie
And tell you that its one of my weaknesses

Which I guess it is
I hate when people see me cry
The main reason is I don’t like answering

The question what’s wrong?
I never really have an answer for it
So next time you see me cry

Ask me
Who do I get to punch?
And then maybe I’ll answer you.