It hurts to smile
but I do anyway
for all those people
to show them I can
just grin and bare it
my pride and my shame
and in the morning
when the sun stings
they'll all be gone
and I'll crawl to my mirror
unshaved and unkept
whispering ever so hoarsely
"who are you?"
and only a smile will answer.


by, 
WPHUNG (owch) 
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