The smile never leaves her face,
Her happy persona,
Her fake embrace.
There’s no way she could ever be
The happy woman
She wants us to see.
There’s no way she could ever feel,
That happy every day,
And if she was real,
I might actually pay attention.
But her personality is leaving,
A huge indention,
In my 7th period mood,
She’s severely worsening,
My attitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem