I am not boxed in with all the mean and hurt,
I have a choice to be here or not.
I come here everyday and put myself through all this pain.
I don't know how to stop I would if I could.
Every time I think I'm ready to move on,
My heart skips a beat and repeats its process of hurting me.
The only thing that shows my pain is my smile.
Every time I share my smile with someone,
I have shared my pain with them too.
People are to self obsessed to process what my smile actual means.
Next time you see me smile,
Tell me it's okay,
It's okay.
