Letters I wrote you

Nineteen

I talk about my thoughts to much in these letters don't I?

So I'll just tell you about my day instead,

I saw Tim again today

(the guy that caught the flying letter)

He said he hadn't seen me in long time,

I did come, but not every Saturday,

you know I've been busy.

Why am I still coming anyway?

I just told him that I had other things to do.

We talked a little,

nothing too interesting nor fun,

I'm just not in the mood for laughs and jokes,

I just forced a smile when he tried to be funny

I said I'd try to not be sad,

never said I could be happy,

but so long as no one realizes it's ok

my fake smiles content them,

astonishing, ain't it

how we only ever see what we want to see

I wish I could see past others fake smiles,

but I'm sure that as much as they don't see though mine,

I don't see through theirs

sorry

Well that's all, for today

sorry it was short

-Jane