Why is it that the saddest people are the ones you'd never expect?
How are they so good at hiding in the fake laughs and smiles?
How can they seem to do things so effortlessly?
How are they so good at acting?
Pretending to be okay....more than okay?
They never seem to fail.
Did I miss the class where they taught us how to be okay, or at least pretend?
It doesn't make sense to me.
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Love, ME
PoetryThese are my thoughts put into a relay bad poem form. Sorry in advanced.