Tears stream from my stinging bloodshot eyes.
Purple, black and blue hand prints are all around my body.
“Be happy and smile!” They said.
Click. A flash of light.
We change positions but my arms-the marks stay behind me.
I'm trying.
I've been trying.
Tried to stop my cries.
Tried to not live in fear.
But I live with fear.
Once again they say, “smile!”
He pinches my arm where I'm bruised while looking down at me with a smile.
“Be happy” fear says.
So that night I was.
I left fear behind.
I'm now on my own no where to go with only my bloodshot eyes and marks with me.
I choose to be happy.
I want to make a real smile.
The bus begins to move and my happiness begins.