I envied her
I envied her smile
So capturing. So beautiful.
Infectious as it would make
others around you
smile as well.
I tried to smile
Tugging the end of my
chapped lips into a curve.
It seemed.
So fake. So forced.
Everyday I practice
in front of the mirror
But I can't do it
Hers seems so true, so lively and filled with joy.
Mine looked dead, emotionless, false
-What does she have that I don't?
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Poetry➸ lucid thoughts of a wandering mind At daylight, at twilight and at midnight
