Behind this smile
I am gluing
the pieces of a glass heart,
but the glue won’t dry.
Behind this smile
I am stowing
achievements like pennies,
to measure my worth.
Behind this smile
I am craving
acceptance because I have yet to love
myself unconditionally.
Behind this smile
I am dressing the wounds
of words aimed at my body,
from those who are closest to me.
With this smile
you only see
what I want you to see.
Now do you see,
you only see
the surface of me.
