Shrill wide eyes stare my way.
Laughs spill out from every which way.
A grin soaked with happiness filling the day.
Directing a warmth to fill my haze.
Grins worn for appearance.
Happiness displayed like the truth.
Although it isn't reality the fakeness rings true.
Smiles drilled into ones features.
Never able to go.
Save your sadness for only yourself.
No one may ever know.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
