my poem

" Behind the smile "

I feel tired,

tired of pretending to be happy in front of people.

I look into the mirror,

the smile I see is just a mask,

that hides the sadness

that has never truly healed.

I’ve grown used to hiding my wounds,

maybe because no one truly understands.

Maybe my feelings have no worth,

but I still try to learn happiness,

even though I know

it hurts.