Some days aren’t the best days; some days are close to the worst
Some days are brilliant and shining, with accomplishments and satisfaction
Most days are grey and gloomy, with little to show for your efforts
Some days the smile comes naturally, filling you with happiness and laughter
Most days the smile is a costume, a mask to hide behind
I don’t want to talk about it; I don’t want to think about it
Leave me alone, don’t ask, I don’t want to, I can’t tell you… how I feel
How do I, what do I, why should I … maybe if I hide it with a smile?
No one would know, no one will realize, no one but me
See my smiling face? Hear my bright hello? Everything is great, everything is wonderful!
Please don’t look beyond, don’t read between the lines
I am hurting deep inside, I don’t have the answers, I don’t have the cure
Hide behind the smile, don’t reach out, don’t ask
Don’t let them know how frail, how weak you really are
Let them think all is well, show them the façade you’ve worked so hard to create
Suffer inside because of it, you’ll get by somehow, you always have
But what happens when a smile is not enough? When there’s no one to reach out to?
When no one understands because you’ve hidden it with a smile
How can it end? How can you stop? How can you survive?
Should you? Should you hide it with a smile?
Is there someone who would understand? Can you find them? Soon?
Or should you let it die, should you stop, give in to yourself?
Or just hide it with a smile for - another day?