Deeper poetry for the more advanced swimmer

Easy Smiles

It's not easy to be me,
It's not easy to be you.
But it's easy to pretend,
That I know exactly what to do.
It's just to smile,
A little curl of my lips,
A smile that means nothing,
Yet it's something that exists.
I promised I would stop,
They say it only hurts me,
But I know deep down inside,
They're ones who are suffering.
The fake smiles keep on coming,
It looks like they're in stock,
I promise that I love you,
But I also promised I would stop.