Sometimes,
You look at her,
She always lend a beautiful smile,
With the happiness look on her face
Like nothing was wrong.
You see her always laughing,
With the jokes she made,
Or the jokes that her friend made.
She laugh continuously.
Like nothing was wrong.
The mask she wore,
Everyday and everytime,
The mask that holds thousands of sufferness,
The mask she used to express her happy face,
The mask she used to talk with everyone,
That is the mask,
The fake smile...
The suffer she went through,
Alone by herself,
The sadness
The darkness
The emptiness
The loneliness
The scaryness
The pain
The scars
The bruise
All of it.
In one,
Fake Smile...
;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem