Every morning, she paints a fake smile on her face.
She makes her way to work.
And secretly feels out of place.
She fakes a few laughs, cracks a few jokes.
But when they ask how she is doing.
She kind of chokes.
She feels the tears welling up.
But tell herself not to cry.
SO she covers it up.
And tells them another lie.
Everyone loves her.
But secretly she wants to die.
So once she gets home.
She locks herself in her room
And starts to cry.
She wants to be happy.
So tomorrow she will try.
But in the end gives up.
And tells another lie.
It's not that shes unhappy.
Just shes out of place.
You probably couldn't tell,
Except by that painted smile that's on her face.
