Smile.

"Smile like you mean it." - The Killers





Smile.
You say it so easily.
Just smile.
Like it's the most simple thing to do.


Smile, you tell me.
And it'll all go away.


Do you know how hard it is to smile? 
Do you know how hard it is to put that goofy grin on my face,
when all I want to do is hit, scream, yell, and cry myself to sleep?


Smile, you tell me.
Just smile.


I wish it was just that easy. 
You speak with such easy words.
Like everything is so simple.


I can't control how I feel. 
You can if you smile.


It'd only be fake. 
Only what you want to see.
It wouldn't be me.
You say it so simply. 


Smile.
My smile is half-hearted, painted on, fake.
A show of what I want to be, not what I am.
You smile back at me, and all I can do is cry.
You think it makes it better,
but it just hurts me to see that you're what I wish to be.


Smile, baby.
How can I smile with tears running down my face?
Why is it so easy for you?
Just make these tears stop falling.


They'll never stop falling.
A continuous stream being pulled from my mind, my heart, my soul.
A show of weakness my words can't describe.
These tears, a pleading look, are all I can give you.
You've taken everything else.


Smile. Make the world your own. Just smile.