A smile
People have always told me what a happy person i am
When my friends are sad they come to me
because i will smile and tell them how good and lovely and wonderful they are
they need a smile,
and i am happy to give it
it makes me feel needed,
and being needed is good
but sometimes i am not happy
on some occasions i feel a tiredness in my bones and i just want to cry
but if I, the sunny girl, am not happy, who will be?
There is no point in taking others moods down with me
So I crack open the dusty box beside my bed,
take out my mask,
and gorilla glue that dimpled fucking smile
to my face