When She Asked if I'm Ok

February 16, 2018
By Anonymous

I must hide it. If all I must do
is click, click, copy and paste
a honey-sweet smile for you
that looks so badly misplaced.

All I must do is be contorted in a
mangled smirk of sugar, beneath
is my well-hidden pain, the decay
of bitter grapefruit in my teeth


If the only thing I have to do

is wear I smile that isn't mine,

If all I must do is lie to you

I'll quietly utter, "I'm fine."

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