Fake Smile Poem by Lisa Knipe

Today I'm feeling really upset, depressed and confused. Each morning I wake up and paint on the fake smile on my face. And then each night, I wash it off like it's a part of the make up I wear. I hate lying to everyone and telling them I'm fine and I don't have any problems. The people who know the real me see the fake smile. It's so easy to hide the tears I cry each and every night. It's so easy to hide the truth that I know that will haunt me for the rest of my life. The problem is its there everyday and everywhere I look, even when I close my eyes, it's like a memory I can't erase. I just wish I could turn back the hands of time and stop it from happening. But then I think I'm not going to let this get me down. I just I could be happy for once in my life without screwing up.