I smile a lot,
with my well practiced smile
that makes them think that I'm happy.
I laugh hard,
a laugh that makes them believe
that everything is alright.
I don't show my anger,
even though I'm boiling up inside.
I always wear this mask of happiness
because I don't want them to ask me why I'm sad.
It's has always been easier to pretend that I'm alright
than to tell them the reason why I'm slowly dying inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem