smile

Some days you wake up, and you just know that it’s going to be a brutal day.  You can feel it permeating your skin through the moisture in the air; your lungs through the oxygen its burning.  And you ignore it, because the carousel of life stops for no one, right?

Throughout the day, it keeps hitting you off your comfort zone, forcing you to keep a façade on for others.  You try to hide the turmoil inside, knowing that you can’t let it show outside, and even if you could, it would not do anyone any good.  

So you smile.  For you, for those around you while you battle the demons inside.  

Once in a while, when you’re at a rare moment of solidarity, you let your mask down and breathe.  But moments like that do not last long.  It’s not long before you’ll have to wear the fake smile again.

You’re worn and weary as you fall into bed, hoping that it’ll loosen it’s grasp on you when you awake the day after.