I hide behind a plastic smile
and try to cheerful be.
I never take my mask off
lest you my soul should see.
I practice the stiff upper lip
not to deceive nor harm
but playing stoic is an act
my one and only charm.
So please don't be offended if
my smile come's off lame
this plastic smile's all I have
depression is to blame.
cdm 5/23/16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem