I wear happiness like borrowed clothes,
a practiced smile stitched carefully in place,
fooling even the mirror
with how well it fits.
I laugh at jokes, nod at stories,
give pieces of myself away
as if I am whole,
as if I am not unraveling beneath.
Daylight demands strength,
a mask that holds through every word,
a brightness I've learned to imitate,
until even I forget the weight I carry.
But when night falls, the pretense fades,
and silence sits heavy in my room.
I am no longer anyone's smile,
no longer the friend, the listener, the strong one.
Alone, I feel every crack, every ache,
and my tears fall like apologies,
for all the sorrow I cannot share,
for all the brokenness I hide so well.
Each sob is a release, a confession,
an unspoken plea to a world that never hears.
I cry myself empty,
hoping tomorrow will not see through my disguise.
And in the quiet hours, I wonder,
if anyone could love the sadness beneath this smile,
if anyone would stay for the truth
of a heart that shatters nightly in the dark.
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