I am afraid to be happy yet I smile as If I've been the happiest person alive.
My smile is stained like my heart because of the things that have broken me apart, alright that's a slight lie, my smile is stained from the braces I had in elementary.
But my heart is pretty stained from things that have hurt me and I try not to smile so much but I was always told in pain you'll find happiness so I keep a big smile on my face hoping that things will fall into place, the good way.
You could say my smile is a bit of a fake, you could say that things I have done are a complete mistake but I will remain to keep this smile on my face.
I genuinely smile at things that actually do make me happy but i am not happy as a person.
It takes people and things for me to be happy cause when I am alone my mind becomes the big bad wolf and I become the victim of my own mind, and it becomes a nightmare, not a fairytale.
My smile is my biggest fairytale, I stretch and exaggerate the smile on my face.
It's a work in progress cause my smile is mine and there will be no smile like mine throughout time.
Soon I'll be at peace with myself, soon I'll be able to be okay by myself.
