everyone tells me to smile
and I always do
but it's never real
I just make it seem like its true
but they never notice that its fake
and it's the easiest thing for me to make
a smile is too hard
because sometimes
I let down my guard
and once in a while someone will notice something's wrong
when I'm not smiling and singing a happy song
but I assure them all is fine
and that I'm having a wonderful time
but when I get home
and sit all alone
in my dark room
it feels like my tomb
so I go to the bathroom and
I look into the mirror
to search for my soul
all I see is a shadow
longing to be made hole
but no one else sees it
its only me
because every one believes the lie
that deep down inside I'm happy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truly deep and profound brilliantly done..well done