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Smile.

October 15, 2022
By SkylarHurwitz BRONZE, Cleveland, Ohio
SkylarHurwitz BRONZE, Cleveland, Ohio
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When I look in the mirror I see a smile


My smile


Not a fake, trying to be happy so people dont know im sad kinda smile


A real, genuine smile


A smile that can make other people smile


A smile that makes my parents say “wow 

you look really happy”


A smile that makes my friends know everything will be ok


A smile so strong that you can see the happiness in my eyes


A smile I used too hate


But now a smile I love


And I don’t care if my teeth aren’t perfect


And i dont care that my smile is so big that you can see the lines on my face from the cornes of my mouth


I dont care


Because im happy


And thats all that matters


My smile may just be a smile to you


But to me


My smile is strength, resilience, perseverance.


When I look in the mirror I see my struggles ive overcame and the all of joy I’ve gained.


Its not a fake smile used to hide pain


Its not the type of smile i do when my mom says “go take a picture with your siblings”


Its not the smile I do when i find out i got a good grade on a test


Its the smile I do because I’ve finally accepted myself


my teeth showing


My eyes squinted


My heart projecting genuine happiness


A


True 

Contagious

Genuine 

Bright

smile


So bright That even that even the stars can see it


So genuine and real that im always im being asked “whats making you so happy?”


And the answer is…


Me.


Im making myself happy


Im proud of my self


And for the first time in 4 years


I love myself


I accept myself


And my smile is real.


And of course my friends make me happy

 

My family makes me happy


And all of the things I love make me happy


But now I love myself


And I can make myself happy too


These past couple weeks have been the happiest ive ever felt in 4 years


And I can’t exactly tell you why


Other than


I started focusing on myself and loving myself


Days and nights spent in bed staring at the ceiling, numb


Have now been replaced with FaceTimes with my friends laughing so hard that my sister says “Skylar be quiet I can hear you and I’m trying to sleep”


and this may not be the best poem ive ever written

Or the poem that makes people say “wow skylar this is amazing, you’re an awesome writer”


But that doesnt matter to me.


What matters is that this poem shows my real happiness


The happiness I’ve been searching for for years.


Real, true happiness.


The author's comments:

This piece of poetry I wrote shows my happiness that I finally gained after years of struggling with my mental health.


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