The Ghosts of my past.

February 22nd, 2010-I'm Fine

And her smiles are fooling everyone;

Her laugh, a perfect puzzle,

With her act of happiness.

So fake.

A desire too plentiful

To be fulfilled.

The tear,

falling onto the tabletop:

A puddle of hope.

A small sign of the breaking,

of her cracked outer shell.

She wipes the black rivers

from her face.

And whispers,

To reassure herself.

And the world.

“I’m fine.”