If I smile,
that means I'm happy, right?
Facial expression is the first thing people see.
Smile and the world smiles back.
Maybe one day I'll join it.
If people see my happy,
even if I'm pretending,
that makes me a happy person, right?
Even when three inches above my smile,
there are tears on the breaking edge.
They're just about ready to jump,
and I can't say I blame them.
I would want out, too,
take the first flight to freedom,
show everyone how it really is.
I'm up for a thrill right about now.
Stand on the edge with a straight look down.
And take the plunge.
Be free like the tears
I try, and fail, to suppress.
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