Her smiles are fake.
Her eyes, they lie.
Her lips, they quiver.
She wants to cry
Her heart, its broken.
Her mind, berserk.
She mends the pieces,
but it, still hurts.
Her knees are weak.
And yet she stands tall.
Her legs they tremble,
but she refuses to fall.
Her grin, her smile,
are still present there.
Fooling everyone,
and so she bears.
And so she laughs,
and acts so alive.
But her laughs are hollow
and inside she dies.
YOU ARE READING
She is a Happy Person.
PoetryAn ironic set of poems compared to the title. Please vote and do let me know how they are :3 Highest Rating ever gotten #138 in poetry 18/9/15