And I will plaster on another fake smile.
One more to keep you happy.
To keep your queries at bay.
But please, if this plaster begins to crack,
if you are soon able to see the pain beneath my skin,
don't run in fear, don't pity me.
I don't need that.
Just keep me alive and awake until I can find another smile,
one more to replace the broken ones.
To make everyone happy again.