Smile

Smile.

We hear the words to often.

Smile.

Maybe I don’t want to.

Smile.

Are we taking a picture?

Smile.

I don’t know that I can.

Smile.

Stop telling me to.

Smile.

Can’t you see? I don’t want to.

Smile.

Make me.

Smile.

I’ll show you all I can be.

Smile.

Would you like to see the scars?

Smile.

The one on my lip is from a bike riding accident.

Smile.

I was seven.

Smile.

The mark on my leg is from falling on the beach.

Smile.

I was twelve.

Smile.

This one on my head? My best friend gave it to me.

Smile.

I was nine.

Smile.

These ones on my wrists?

Smile.

They came with the depression.

Smile.

I was sixteen.

Smile.

I can’t

Smile.

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