This world never liked my smile,
It mocks the way I fake it,
A curve that hides a thousand miles,
Of pain I cannot shake it.
I think, perhaps, I don't deserve
The light a smile portrays,
Yet still, it forms upon my lips,
Through shadows and dismay.
How strange it feels to smile in pain,
A paradox in disguise,
The laughter echoes hollowed out,
Beneath my weary eyes.
But somewhere deep, the heart endures,
Despite the world’s disdain,
I smile because I hope to heal
And rise beyond the pain.
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Palette Words
Poetry"Palette Words" invites you to explore the spectrum of feelings that color our existence-from the deepest blues of sorrow to the brightest yellows of joy. Through poetry, I aim to capture the nuances of nature and the complexities of the human heart...
