Well, I try to.
I twist my lips to an upward curve,
And I pray to lord that it serves.
But one look at the mirror,
I see a diabolical horror,
That thing isn’t a smile.
Isn’t near, even by a mile!
I look at the mirror and try again,
Many attempts, all gone in vain.
My face reflects the wreck I am,
As my eyes screams my pain.
Oh darling, what do I do?
My smile, I gave it to you.
You took it and walked away,
Along with my heart, my soul,
And every single thing,
That used to be me.
First published on, Words To Stories. Writing for Words to Stories is always, so very fun. Do check it out. Anurika is super awesome. That’s where I go when I need a new book to read. She suggests amazing books.
Also, did you read the poems she wrote for Wild Scared Crazy?