False Smile Poem by Okim Otu

I put on to deceive the world; this smile
I am so sick of this journey; not fine
With fathomless distances of great mile
known to the knower, yet unknown to mine.

The more I feed; less satisfied I feel
Though I flick a thousand pages in pain
With a candid hope of clarity's heal
But gloomy cloud holding my wondrous rain.

I am not fine, sick of this clouded mind
Though the sun smile on me with loving rays
To enlighten my mind; an act so kind
I am still entangled in awful ways.

My heavy heart won't stop me from smiling,
Though you called it false, it cost me nothing.