I wish
I wasn't always seen
As the cheerful girl.
I'm not cheerful.
I just plaster on a smile
Hoping that one day
The fake smile will become real.
People ask me,
"How are you always so happy?"
I'm not always happy.
I'm hardly ever truly happy.
It's all just a mask.
It's all fake.
YOU ARE READING
Hideous
PoetryA collection of short poems. Mostly free verse. About sadness, hardships, depression, and other hard topics.
