The scars behind my smiles

are of a broken winged bird. 

They are so wider that no plaster can amend them, 

No sweet words can heal them. 

 

The scars behind my smile

are of a sting of a bee. 

Swollen that no hydrocortisone can relieve them, 

no hugs and kisses can make up for them. 

 

The scars behind my smile 

are more than the stab of a knife. 

They go deeper than the mark they show on the surface. 

No antibiotics and bandages can heal them, 

no chocolate and roses can make up for them. 

 

Behind the smile on my face lies:

anger and resentment,

hurt and bitterness,

grudges and vengeance,

broken spirit and collapsed soul,

isolation and depression, 

impatience and anxiety.

 

I smile because I hide the hurt.

I smile because I hide the shame. 

I smile because I hide the embarrassment.

 

I just smile because I hide my scars.