Fake smile

• Brooke Murphy, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2005

Tear form behind my eyes, But I try to be strong, I put on this fake smile and pretend nothing is wrong, I don't want them to see me cry, To let them no I hold pain, Theres no use in letting them know, So I act like everything is the same, And even thought what i show,Is a happy girl on the outside,I'm really crying and messed up on the inside,I cry my self to sleep at night,Wondering why I feel this way,It's so hard to pretend nothing is wrong,but i do it everyday,
Tears start to fall down my face,But i try and be strong,So I put on this fake smile,And pretend nothing iswrong.