She was independent and attractive. 
Everyone wanted to be her. 
She was smooth, stylish, and clever,
maintaining her flawless independence. 
Her attitude screamed she had it all together.
Her gold hair slinked down her back
Her crystal eyes glistened on her soft skin. 
She seemed to have everyone wrapped around her fingers.
You'd think she was addicted to herself,
But she really wanted to be a different somebody.
No one knew what hid behind her perfect smile.
She returned to her empty home. 
Dad was at work. 
Mother had left her. 
All she wanted was a family. 
Dad was never home.  
She had no mother to laugh with,
tell her problems to,
or cry in the arms of.  
Only when no one was watching,
could she truly fall apart.
She concealed herself in her room,
alone as usual,
and cried herself to sleep,
her broken heart slipping out of grasp.
She wondered if anyone else had failed,
or had fallen. 
When she looked around,
everyone seemed so confident. 
She knew they would discover that she didn’t really belong. 
Would she crumble if she revealed the truth behind the person they expected her to be? 
Would their arms be sincere, or would they be numb? 
She hid it all away,
as if everything was all right.
Maybe if she believed it,
they’d believe it as well.
Her routine was convincing,
and she recited every line by heart.
So with her painted smile,
she played the part again.
Why do we use are smiles to hide our pain?

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