Fake smile,
Forced to say,
Yeah I'm ok!
But always hiding the truth,
Downtrodden with life,
But always rising from the ashes,
Like a coiled spring,
Bouncing back,
Over and over again,
It gets tedious after a while,
But never forgetting,
To put on that painted smile.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it a strength? Or is it a curse? Powerful words!
Thank you! A bit of both I think x