Painted Smile

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I paint a smile upon my face,
and you’ll never know it’s fake.
With this smile, the pain goes away,
and I can pretend everything’s okay.
I laugh out loud with confidence,
when, in fact, I’m afraid,
to show the truth of what’s beneath
this smile made of paint.
This show that I put on,
is so precise and rehearsed.
You’d never know that earlier,
I was overflowing with hurt.
But by myself, in my room,
with no more paint left on,
I’m no longer that fake person,
and the real me comes along.
I stare into the mirror,
as what’s inside becomes illuminated.
Someone so depressed and confused,
would never be accepted.
And so it’s time to once again,
paint a smile upon my face.
Because around the world it’s always on;
And you’ll never know it’s fake.

This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.

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