Smile.
Plastered and painted.
Carved and created.
Real and rare.
False and fake.
Beautiful and bright.
Mine.
I miss it.
Jokes are funny you know.
I can still laugh.
I can't smile without feeling like I'm not happy.
I like what they used to say about smiles.
The one with the most brightest hides the darkest secrets.
And it's true.
At least if you saw how ugly my skin was.
Or how dark my mind was.
Maybe then you'd understand.
But I might not make it tonight.
I'm sorry.
Smile.
I like what they say about it.
"Cheese!"
