Look at me.

See the smile on my face? 

You'd never guess the effort it takes

To pull my lips back;

to show my happy little teeth.

My smile hides the fact 

that I feel trapped inside

a husk, 

a cage,

a shell. 

My bones are just a wire frame

over which my skin is draped 

like a graft.

In my veins, 

blood boils

platelets stick

cells live and wither and die.

In my head, thoughts spin.

Am I good enough?

Is it worth it? 



Look at me. 

See the smile on my face?

Look a little higher up

And see that it doesn't reach my eyes.


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