I’m falling to pieces, right before your eyes, and still.
You ask me to smile.
I’m trying, struggling , scrabbling in the darkness,
Desperately yearning to live.
You ask me to smile,
as if you have the right.
As if I’m not broken.
As if I’m not crumbling.
As if I’m not fading
In this very second
This curve you crave
Is the shackle that leaves me
Enslaved.
It hurts. It burns. To stand here
And smile.
To pretend, for your sake
Because my heart is soft
And small.
Fluttering within its confines.
It means no harm
It desires love
It seeks respect
And yet, I abuse it
In the way that my actions
Betray its truths
I dare not breathe in
I dare not breathe out
For all that hides shamefully
In my belly
Would dare to creep out
Into the world.
Twisted as I am,
I wish it not, on you
Don’t. Please don’t.
Don’t force me to give you,
What you cannot afford to allow me
(c)
A/N: Don’t ever smile because you “have” to. It might work for that instance, but you’re only ever cheating yourself–it’s not worth the price you’ll have to pay.
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