I smile.
I smile often.
Sometimes I do not know why.
I kid myself and say it is because
my heart is always happy
and that that happiness is reflecting on the outside.
But that is not always the case.
Today I don’t feel happiness.
Today I feel stress.
Today I feel loneliness.
Today I feel vanquished
by the winds of life and love
or the lonesome lack thereof.
Still I smile.
Why do I smile?
Why can’t I show people
the way I truly feel inside.
Why can’t I share my sadness
with those that pretend to care?
Why do I try to shine
when there is blackness within?
Who am I trying to protect?
Is it them or me
that I am trying to shelter?
Why do I try to give
when all I feel is emptiness inside?
Why won’t people accept
what little I have to share?
Why do people only take notice
when the end game profits them?
Still - I fight the blackness
and shine a spiritless smile
in spite of my chagrin.
But as the smile shines
the hypocrisy confines
and the blackness grows within.
I cannot help but smile.
I guess that is just what I do.
I have faith that tomorrow
will reward today’s joy.
But thus far that’s been a lie.
So when I look at you I smile
though deep inside I cry.