A smile here a laugh there leaving haunted eyes easily missed.
Night falls, a tear here a tear there and a muffled sniffle sounds out.
Morning shines the process resets.
Hidden sorrow for the benefit of others.
Night falls, no sleep but a waterfall of tears appear again.
Morning comes, they see the signs they ask as they consider the smiles and laughs they'd seen.
The only answer they receive is given with a smile as they are told "don't worry I'm fine just having a rough time". They sit back in shock and realized this is what we call plastered smiles.
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The Wondering Mind
PoviedkyJust a little book of stuff I wrote like short stories and poems