I wasn’t happy so I imitated the person I wanted to be.
I smiled like a jubilant child.
I kept my arms covered like a cold girl during the summer.
I wore a mask like a girl celebrating Mardi Gras.
I walked courageously through the halls.
I had a smile so big no-one could see the tears I’d just cried.
I was the girl that everyone would come to if they needed a laugh.
Some would say I had a laugh that could brighten someone’s day.
I would say laughter is the loudest cry.
Some would say I had a smile that could light up a room.
I was hoping someone would see through my smile.
Hoping someone could see me.
“CAN YOU SEE ME?”
Not the pretty clothes I wore, the jewelry I wore, or that authentic smile I carried.
But the constant battle I was having as I smiled like that jubilant child.
Not the mask I wore, but me…