A smile means happiness.
Right?
One would not relate a smile to pain.
Doesn't that make a smile the perfect fácade?
Hiding what One wants to be seen, but is too afraid of help.
What would they think?
So One waits, giving little signs, and tries for help.
But would anyone notice?
If someone were to notice,
Would they care?
Or would they simply brush it away,
Thinking it was only a bad day
And assume everything is okay.
So One waits, losing hope
Because One knows,
One cannot wait forever.
