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

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