Smile, love, it makes you look so pretty.
What good will it do for you to writhe in self-pity?
You can’t avoid this place, you can’t avoid these people,
So stop sulking and look at life from a new angle.
The more you smile, the more people will think you’re happy.
They won’t know the burden that you carry.
And as time goes on, your smiles may convince you too.
Maybe the lie will become the truth,
And you will be filled with the joyous wonder of youth.
But under that joy is a thick layer of dread, And you know deep down you’re hanging on by a thread.
You may have a few moments a day of joy,
But like when a wooden horse was gifted to the citizens of Troy, You’re lured into a place of peace and safety, And that’s when you realize it’s all a fallacy.
Your enemies are here, they’re knocking down your door, They’re out for blood, they’ve won the war, And there you are, still trying to find the silver lining, Smiling to everyone when you really should be crying.
You know you should stop, but it’s like your face is frozen, You’ve accepted your fate, like those gob-smacked Trojans,
And all you have left is your pride,
So if this is the end, you will not be remembered as the girl who cried.
They will say she was still smiling even as she died.
